Interpretation

So wise we are

blessed with the art of interpreting

what is appropriate and what is right

appropriate to us and

right or wrong as we shall choose

never a moment do we loose

to assess and stereotype

to mock and ridicule

to praise and fawn

to deny and alienate

instilled in our sub-conscious

this power defines our lives

sometimes the first lesson we are taught

sometimes the spawn of our ignorant minds

Dilemma

I sit, elbows resting upon the window sill

with a clear sky and a clouded mind

I see the road less travelled

through the imminent crossroads

of hedonic pursuits and eluding conscience

of insatiable desires and futile attempts

may I swagger through, unperturbed,

or push myself into the unbound, not knowing

what would become of me

the enervating fear of failure

the apprehensions of deluding convention

that are buried deep inside our minds

no more than beasts tethered to a pole we are

and voluntarily so