Utterly No Way Out

It’s a bright day and crystal clear sky, There’s an open road and cool breeze, And yet, I am driven into a quandary beleaguered by a deep personal malaise... My virtues overshadowed by some vice. For me to ride out this rolling storm, Do I use the reins or the spurs? That I weave not a web of my own woes It behooves me how not to die with guilt… A guiltless mind yields not to sorrow. I'm befuddled by a doubtful dilemma: Is my fate a willful folly of mine or a preordained wretched destiny? Why redemption comes through crucifixion and why salvation only by penance? I wonder, must I banish my baneful whims Lest, my much fostered hopes turn to ashes? A flushed sun is lolling near the horizon and the crimson sky turning drowsy gray I must appease my innate quest for beauty and find love to sweeten my sullen days, But lost as I am in this doleful haze with despair and belittled by doubt… Pray, how do I find my way out? ~11/10/21 ~Contest: "U" (Utterly) ~Sponsor: Constance La France