Blazing Attire

The attire was set ablaze, Consumed by a mystical haze, A moment lost in sudden daze, All sparked by a reckless craze. He poured his heart in investments, Joy climbed high with increments. But wealth, with weighty requirements, Turned triumphs into bleak laments. And when the errors made their rounds, He found himself in ruin’s bounds. Instead of wins and hopeful dreams, His world unraveled at the seams. He set his own attire aflame— All he’d gathered, all his claim. Before he even saw the shame, The ashes whispered his own name. He traded cauldrons for a bowl, Chased greed, losing self-control. Blinded by desire’s toll, Now stripped and shattered, heart and soul. Under the sun, his treasures burned, From riches to rags, the tables turned. No cloth to cover, just empty strife, A glimpse of his once lavish life. The fire took it all away— Dreams that seemed too bright to fray. He watched them crumble in dismay, And tried to fight, but lost his way. Now peace eludes his troubled mind, Extinction comes, the ties unwind. In pools of tears, he finds no rest, For silly desires that failed the test. The fire roared and took its prize, Leaving him to realize Success demands more than his eyes— It needs the heart, the soul, the rise. He got what he wanted, then it was clear, Desire brings more than it may appear. Without wisdom or patience near, He lost what he held dear. Regret now cools his fiery pride, He sees his blindness magnified. Relief? It comes in waves so thin, Yet the sting still lingers within. No more crocodile tears to shed, For no one cares, the cold instead Will bite and gnaw, his only dread. His dares have left him hanging by a thread. They warned him not to take the road Of selfishness with such a load. But careless ears turned from advice, He chased his wants and paid the price. Now the boomerang swings back, The song of trouble beats its track. Remember all the boasts and tags? Now a weaver stands in rags. The race is lost, the shame is here, The path ahead is less than clear. But maybe, tracing back his stride, He’ll find the strength he once denied