To Do Or Not To Do
To take action or restrain oneself: that is the question
Whether I may evade the consequences of my own hand
Or be burdened with premonitions that have yet to discern as truth
No heed for an inner parley for the mind’s reluctance
To recoil away from the fate of puppeteering strings, for fear
No more, no longer shall I abide to an impulsive nature
Oh, by massive weight is the jaded
From a single drop of musings to the horizon-chasing sea
I would be bestowed the title of the impoverish
Because I aim for no progression
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