Intentions

In our hearts we have intentions
Much too sacred to behold.
We overflow with wise inventions,
Most of which will not unfold.

Actions that our minds design
May never come to fruition.
Within our souls we will incline,
But not complete the mission.

In our thoughts we form a purpose,
The final outcome, not for certain.
What we create, a Magnum Opus
May end before the final curtain.

A man may set a grand objective,
Defend it to the very last.
The plan may soon become defective
The moment the interest is past.