Saturday, August 11, 2012

well you've chosen your what?

run along it gayly strewing flowers only you can see?

trudge mud up the hill in the rainy season?

beat the shit out of anyone who glances in your general direction?

sit beside the disconsolate in suffering compassion?

and every good intention that faces its inevitable hard trial

will you abandon it and curse the universe

for not shining your shoes to your satisfaction?

even when we do right the going is so tough

what have we to do but even regret having to choose a path?

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