Victory 2:of who knows how many

Victory, how many times have I seen your face?
Stare at me with formidable disgrace
Knowing any moment you will look away
Will it be tomorrow, or will it be today?
Your beams of glory shine
Without the tiniest imperfection
You break my molded mask
And destroy my resurrections
What can I do that is unrelated?
A building, a wall, or some creation?
“You, alone, can do none of these.
You poor boy, you will play where you please.
A child of the wind is blown any direction,
Giving way to leaves of affection.
For you are like unto a tree,
That is planted in the middle of Spring.
You grow and grow so gracefully
You bloom sweet buds, like other trees.
Your roots do tangle with other limbs,
Searching for life, and one more whim.
The only source you pull from, though,
Is the thriving tree on the buoyant knoll.
From this lover you gain your fill
She bears the name, Good and Evil”
Victory, why must I bear this pain?
Living on life that is eaten in vain.
Give me one more fix, Victory.
Open my eyes so I can see.
All my ancestors ruined their chance,
Give me one more, I’ll prove I can dance.
“And dance you will young foolish boy,
Wishing your life was full of joy.
Rendering hope for chance,
Basing all on this dance.
Dance as far as your eye can see.
You still will not find me.”