Fight to the Finish

slapdashmonuments

Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?


My life is an arena where a struggle for control

Is always raging, night and day. O, who shall win my soul?

At times, my heart will seize the helm, and love with all its might

But then my mind will land a punch and try to do what’s right.

And alternating back and forth, I weave across the lanes

Until the lines are meaningless, all blurred by speed and rains

Until the laws which keep most safe are scrambled in my head

I have no sense of what is right and what might leave me dead

It’s most unwise to get too close; none can predict the course

I veer and carom ‘gainst the rails; I wish I had a horse!

One day, I’ll learn to hear my heart, and, following her voice,

I’ll even out and travel safely; make the proper choice.

For now, my heart is mute and blind. It lunges off the road

But there is wisdom deep inside, more valuable than gold.


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