A step away

 The signs direct and guide 

The evidence is direct

The obvious is clear

But the observer is blind

The motions are just

The march is automated

The steps are well versed

The rift is created

Hope is nothing

Desire is ignored

Need is questioned

The heart abhorred

Finding the completion

The steps one has taken

The wish for something real

The hate machine awakened

The path is no more clear

The fog has settled in

Ignorance is bliss

There is no more fear