Again, we’re at a crossroads with our values

waiting for someone to show us the way

wishing no one’s judgment that we must eschew

good tidings on all of our demons that sway

freely our state of mind.

Yesterday, I used to believe in certain freedoms;

a lifestyle that allowed many outlets of desire

to wreak havoc upon my own ideal idioms,

those beautiful notions that cause me to aspire,

when needing to unwind.

I might imagine a quiet afternoon siesta

with the one I love, a term we use loosely

discovering dilemna during a dramatic fiesta

of personal delight; I might cry profusely

knowing life is just a grind.

Today only now while strong I do try to recall

how far I’ve traveled beyond that world

that used to live to guide me naive toward a fall

one step away from having my brain twirled

across the universe blind.

In the morning again we speak upon merits,

those motives will echo our heart’s response

to societies triggers, those endearing carrots

of lovely windows; displays in quiet sconce

a world in love without …

In a word, that’s that!