What Shall I Do?

How shall I finish, how shall I start,

Is it always fair to follow matters of the heart?

In the clutches of passion,

to stay buried while the whole world collapses,

would be foolish in a fleeting moment passing.

I’m counting on people now,

I couldn’t count on then,

When will I learn?

I could do it all, but I’m not the only soul with a pen.

Let it go, that’s what I tell myself,

get to work,

and put those other books on the shelf.

The road less traveled seems like a waste of time,

because there is none for all these rights and lefts,

where are you to follow through on what I suggest?

Forget it man, I’m not going back to bed,

I’m awake now and blazing the trail ahead.

And what about love?


what would I do if push came to shove?

She’ll be waiting there when I get home,

If it’s real, but if not,

I shall finish alone.