This juncture in time converging slowly with pride
To sort out the goals that are rebelling inside,
Emotional waves flooding the vision obscure
Mediocrity blames an environ demure,
For truth be it known dwindles and fades forbidden
Like the sun from the eyes by a storm cloud hidden.
To seek what is real a task worth compelling
With a righteous anger rising and swelling,
That choice which is made with its judgement deriving
From the depth of the heart and object surviving.
To settle for less, but continue existing
With an absolute will and madness resisting,
Or to strive for a course which endows not our aim
And lies beyond the reach of skills from which we came
Thus find this brief want an indelicate desire,
Arrogant thought amiss, in our race to aspire,
Zealously working in a manner fulfilling,
Escape not the ruse with the subject unwilling.
An apparition that clings to motive intense,
This spectre of a dream persists in seeming sense
Yet knowing in the end, we chose a path unreal
With a wish to consume and the need to conceal.
Hence, settling for less with a passion abounding
Accepting a road steeped in safety astounding
Reaching a moment of decision too callous,
Reality demands truth, bred without malice,
To desert that hope for which we struggled too long
And so seek out a place where our cares can belong.
It’s a delicate ghost of this longing we share
That we’ll call second best adapt, rather than dare,
And stand before the signpost, caution force delay,
Crossroads of our lives can our weaknesses betray.
Claire V. Bogdanos 