I stood outside the faded scene
from window to the shore
and wondered was this all there was
and would I see much more
Much more of what the future held
in hand away from glare
of substance and of joy I thought
the essence of being there
But where: I wondered once again
would I purify the mire
or sink beneath the sullen face
that fell prey to the fire
Rise up and speak to those you love
and those of good intention
deliver of your worldly goods
with one’s own intervention
And when it is all said and done
and sad falls to one’s yearning
feel better for the path one took
decisive meets discerning
sensualism 