When at a crossroad, ask and move on |
Dear Conscience! Why do you keep knocking at my door I’m tied up with my worldly chores troubling endlessly with your subtleties dragging ruthlessly to the prosaic facts galore. Should I resist or oblige? Dear Innocence! You are the most precious possession of mine a bit dim though, like the encompassed glitter flew with your strength the yonder years sorting you out of layers must not be difficult. Should I struggle or transcend? Dear Me! The joyous tide and courage sans fear of failure the lovely child, a learner but no despair curious mind always seeking the unknown a born gypsy, trotting around in his genetic flair. Should I forget or relive myself? Dear Prudence! When I’m down, you show me the way with happenings of today and promises of morrow history never teaches a thing until one learns the joy is for the listener, rest embrace sorrow. Should I ignore or listen? Dear Wisdom! Stirred from my twilight sleep, there you beckon I fathom the depth of myriad experiences treading time’s horizon to the translucent truth where awareness is eager to melt into sublime confidence. Should I be asleep or awake? |