I’m in a dilemma,
A damning crossroad,
Conflicted conscience,
That’s where my mind goes,
I look and see a thousand stars,
Morose and gross my mind conjures,
I create these stories and skip the blur,
The beeps, trigger warnings, and coated words,
I thus explore every depth of life,
From a psycho’s mind to the penitent’s soul,
I bring unfiltered all these thoughts I get,
Vociferously with an oomph and power,
But passion often takes a toll on folks,
Make ‘em superimpose all these traits on me,
As a perpetrator or a damn proponent,
Or a honky demon with a hardened soul,
See recently I’ve been following God,
Learning ‘bout my actions vis-a-vis his law,
So I ask myself what to do from now,
Keep on building worlds with my artistic vision?
Throw away my pen take Franciscan living?
It keeps bugging me,
And I don’t know what to do.
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