Submission

I'm often told
There's a way things unfold,
That ruled by creases and lines,
This enchanted journey unwinds.

Neither have I crafted
Nor tried to affect a change
For I dont think I know yet
Of where I'd rather be.

Than right now in this moment
That I'm blessed with,
Right here in this gray limbo
Of duties and of dimensions.

So much to comprehend
Beyond the shadows of every  bend
Would that I was gifted enough,
To choose and be chosen.

Lost beyond reasonable doubt,
Intricate bonds fetter my soaring thought.
I'm guilty as charged,
I'm guilty for not giving it my all.

Submission comes easier to me
Than the will to pave my roads.
Moderation resides deep within,
The walls of an extraordinary facade.

I'll forever be a fool I know,
Incapable of making a difference,
Yet, I trudge to bring meaning,
To a life that's not just my own.

Forever in debt,
Forever in doubt,
Fueled by a fickle whim
I'm lost, completely lost.