THE MUNDANE

Maybe If I Never Fight, The Wars Will Cease To Come,

I Can Exist A Long Time Full Of Safety Til I’m Done.

Staying Out Of Harms Way, and Opportunities Simultaneously;

A Mundane Existence, But I Know That Isn’t The Life For Me.

To Watch As Others Live, To Speak While Others Do;

To Scrutinize From The Sidelines, But Never Lace My Shoes.

I Cannot Accept That Reality, To Exist Inside The Mundane;

Creating Ideas Of What To BE, Yet Keeping Them Trapped Inside Of My Brain.

If I Am To Fail, Then Do It Boldly.

If I Fall Short, Then Do It Brave.

I’d Rather Die On My Feet, Free As A Man,

Then Live On My Knees Content As A Slave.

Slave To My Thoughts, Slave To My Fears;

Slave To My Circumstances, Slave To My Peers?

OR

Free To Think, Free To Be,

Free To Try, Free To See.

This Choice Is Binary, and Nobody Else But Me Can Choose.

To Try With The Possibility Of Failure.

Or Not To Try and Never Lose.

In this moment…

I Choose.

- 6Pound