I am unsure when it transpired,
For it was never my intention,
But in my efforts to engage,
I have mentally retired.
A certain option made forbidden,
A default shift has taken place,
And the more I become involved,
The more of me is hidden.
The shutters may all fall away,
The doors may slowly open,
The path may clear before me,
Yet I care not, for that brighter day.
So while the lease for life is let,
And alone I am within the multitude,
I remember the comfort in logic,
But too often, in apathy I forget.
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