To point a sloven soul
on the existential path
Beset on all sides
By invisible barriers,
A middle life quandary,
To fit the round body
into the square world--
The want is not alive within.
The craven boy rears his acned face,
If I were to stand so bold
I'd throw down my sword
at the foot of wars
of dreams yet become
and venture forth
into the filth of unknowing
and pierce the heart anew.
Take off these coward clothes
and step naked, blindly,
Into zones of uncharted experience
To remake the man
for the former one
I am to serve no more.
On the cusp of decision, do you dare or hesitate as Eliot.💘
Powerful. New direction for you?