Libraries could be filled with tomes
and words do not cover
the bindings and endless volumes
of the topics which matter.
To choose which way is impossible
in the maze of betweens
because there's things nobody should
study or even know exists
To sort these matters is a Great Work,
but also very dangerous
for if the wrong people got the right -
disaster strikes the world.
Because we are not in the stage of know
nor wisdom or the abyss
the things we could do, we are not ready
to deal with the consequences of.
I did never choose my path, I was naive
and they ran circles around me
perhaps these are my last words, perhaps
they leave me to write poetry
I do not know, my fate is somebody elses
decision, for I can't be objective
on the subjective matter of my life
that's the weaving of Me's
Is this Wagners valkyries riding across
the battlefield of the defeated
or the conquest of my own fears'n doubts
perhaps both. Thou Knowest. |