A frustrated feeling of finality
that follows a frantic fumble.
How our fear can be our fatality
when we should accept the end and be humble.
Now, I encourage I life vivacious,
seeking the finest pleasures that life brings
but not when in a manner salacious,
sacrificing morals for Satan's stings
I will be carefree yet fastidious
not getting wrapped up in a life of absence,
ensuring choices are not hideous
but aren't built on a bank of false pretence.
I will leap in with wide open eyes
and not concern in knotting the wrong ties.
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