In the realm of our existence, with the very essence of our souls

We amass our dreams in fortitude, and then endeavor for those goals

With this, the purveyance of our desires, our constitution does unfurl

It sometimes succumbs to others though, and their dreams become our world

At some point we might perceive, that our course has gone askew

But in the name of Eros, Greek God of Love, self preservation does undo

So we forge on rummaging for perfection, despaired of our desires

Wandering in an aimless shame, in quest of another’s fires

Until one day we are silenced, by the quandary of our plight

Then lie in the shadow of our shame, pondering through the night

With the sun once again in your eyes, yes God staring you in the face

You think about the  last sum-odd years, then abscond in total disgrace

For “The time has come”, the walrus said, to talk of many things

Yes into the past you must delve, and forth back you must bring

Cognizance, comprehension, and voraciousness, renaissance it is about

A new beginning, the destiny of your soul, and mortality’s gleam does shout

But in the end you will realize, after all you have put yourself through

In the beginning the end was in sight, with a paradox factor or two

And you’re not a horrible person, no there is no monster here

And those around you love you, it was just yourself that you feared

copyright   (c) 2001 by: John D. Lewis

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