Bitter taste of all that’s sweet
Or the that sweet thing that one can ever meet.
Nothing of simply anything
Or everything that I see sweltering .
Step that foot in no man’s land
Or take a ditch for it might not be grand.
A book once written like never before
Or live a life that in every book you soar.
An unheard song that can be seen
Or that quiet call to which we lean.
Happiness to someone s’orrowland
Or with your own weeping walls you shall stand.
A new beginning that might transcend
Or a petty final scene where all must end.
Scribblings of some beautiful roles
Or pen our own crippled hineous souls.
Kill the fairy in her sleep or
pay our dues with the silent creed
For she too smiles and she too weeps
and deals with devil for her biggest greed.
As I cringe upon the answers I need
I stand undone with their realities .
To be is the question or not to be
Is what I ask in daunting charity.