October

How strange, the measures of success I fear, Some vict'ries come, others elude my grasp. Arbitrary truths say I have advanced, Yet dark doubts still envelop me in their clasp. The heart is not whole, piece may come to peace, but there is always another corner to be found. No simple geometry resides within our breast, but a maze of endless caverns without sound. Higher purposes are ravished by the primal urge, desire for comfort and pleasure lies deep within. Once I held dreams that danced with the stars, now I must play hide and seek with my sin. O, God, save me from the acid of doubt and worry! If you wish to succeed, you will have to hurry. 28 October 2016