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