pray

many roads present, but just one to take

read the travelogues, and maps have made

did all the hard gruelling work

its now or never, yet now i shirk

time is an asset, time is a curse

does swift movement triumph, or hurtle you to worse?

considered action seems like the panacea to all

yet deliberation muddles and holds me in thrall

i am glad of my borrowed time

i plan and move slowly, i consider and rhyme

if life's but a poem, with ends to be sewn

then without inspiration its back to the drone

there is no ending that's one size fit all

there are few motives that are good to the core

but if mutual exploitation is the order of day

how do you gamble with one life to play?

we make decisions with little insight

past hidden corners that might jump out and bite

while to hope for the best is just plain naive

its all that we have, that's all that i miss