Learning

All the lessons I have learned
Compound to nights of moaning
For fortune's gain is never earned
Throughout the days of yearning.
There is no trace of fate or a promise
Among this prideful state,
Just ambition, and the pining
Of solitude's berating net.
I watch and worry, while agony waits
To crumble my wayward dreams.
The storm that panders at my door
Threatens to eradicate me.
I do not know what I will do
When the tides recede and fail,
But I think some laughter will carry me through
To the truth, which will avail.