Compromise

A man's struggle with the existence of external reality, or the afterlife.

Sitting here,

losing the will,

not wanting

to press on,

not because I'm

a pagan in

Christian clothing,

but because I've

not surrendered

 

I can't surrender,

because the plan

seems to fulfill itself,

no matter the choices

I try to make.

 

And yet I'm the only

one to blame because

I have some semblance

of free choice

 

Welcome to life,

get in line to enjoy

or despise the ride

of your life

 

In college,

my best teacher

told me to get out

if I was having

second thoughts and

I felt the hole tear

into my heart

 

And after six

or seven years,

I still haven't

learned

 

We, the male gender,

are idiotic and it's no

wonder our significant

others are threatened

by our emotional instability

 

But, sometimes,

provision is given

even if its paltry or

slightly uncomfortable

 

There is only dirt

beneath our feet

 

But I sometimes want

to be one with it, and

not want to be a part

of a second life.

 

If His Plan was obvious,

why didn't I listen to Him

all those years ago?

 

But I'm the jerk

for being headstrong

and thinking I

know everything

 

It doesn't matter,

since a compromise

will be reached

either way

 

I don't know

how much longer

I can go on

without one

Reviews

[Hello, Goodbye]

great candid musings.. very good write..