Cantrip

Under my shelter I hide, I flee For the burdens amidst fetters me unfree I ask, I wonder-questions resound Of hypnopompic anxiety; the chains I'm bound Where will I go, what will I do? These days brought agony-inviting ado Which will I choose, where will I stand: For the passion or for the future at hand? Beneath my doubts, my hope thaws within The solace of desire-my calling's a sin! Still I wander like a pilgrim lost If this path I'm to trod will outcry the cost Yet the whispers of lust to do what I want Hinders the fear: a devouring chant To be at my best, to pursue my craft This is the cantrip, an unveiling draft But what of my tomorrow, what of my coming years? If everyone I hold dear ask that I hear The inherent vision for me let be done In prudence and intellect-an educated man I grasp the air though it shatters my sanity The key at its absence, my mind in mutiny To where shall my days, my mission be spilled? To where will my spirit, my existence fulfilled? I ask of You, the One whom answers divine Enlighten my despair, rescue this shadowed child! Alas, tired in my shelter I can't hide, I can't flee For the burdens amidst still fetters me unfree…