Crosses

No matter how I try, I can’t seem to get them off of me!
A romanticised ending to a heavily laden struggle it was meant to be?
However for every scurried step I have taken,
In the manifested movement of fiddler crabs,
something seems to break the paving slabs.

I do so much and wish so positive,
Heart rejects the championing of plight on how others live,
So why does effort transpire as invalid?
Considered obsolete; wandering aimless on journeys deemed nomadic.
I have a path, however it takes on the form of Gaza,
Having to leap landmines in my own local plaza.

Why are they always on me?
Why cannot a premeditated action grasp fluency,
Instead of my own fortune trying to con me,
Ones sanity becomes delinquent- practicing truancy.

For every positive, two negatives arise neutralising possibility,
One can only continue, whilst embracing transparent humility,
But whilst exists a cross here and a cross there,
One will meander combatting with a structural sphere,
So try as you will with two intersecting enemy lines,
To stop progression and stunt the fire of ambition in one’s eyes,
All this will do is contribute to the flare of the flames,
Because while some oppose them with noughts as playful,
I refuse to partake in the games.