The Decision
There can be no turning back now, no retracing of steps.You’ve burned your bridges, sold your own escape
For an empty purse called satisfaction.
Don’t shed so much as a single tear over this thing…
What use can there be for that?
You’ve made this decision a final thing;
No refusal…no revision … no second thoughts.
You walk in the shadow of fear,
Your uncertainty a constant companion,
Yet you turn your your sight away in arrogance
When release from the bondage is held out to you.
I’ve asked why a thousand times…
And each time you answer I become confused
By the torrent of empty words you release,
So much said that any meaning becomes clouded.
In the beginning you sought purpose and direction…
Now that the journeying continues onward
You find yourself a victim of pointless ritual.
Ah well. Enough talk of revolution of spirit…
It impresses not even a single simple lesson,
Because you know all you’ll ever need to know.
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