Extracurriculars

Oh yes, of course.
Who am I with no trouble
of that opposite point?
Points-- I should say,
of entry.
It's more than that,
naturally.
And perhaps one outweighs the other
(in character, not weight).
Regardless,
once again my attention is split.
No peace of mind exists,
(that's wishful thinking).
I am doomed to endless decision making.
Friend or foe,
love or lust,
live or die.  

I'll have what I've always had, please

Here I am

on my life’s edge.

The brink of existence

lies within my finite grasp.

“To be or not to be”

was once the question.

Now I must formulate my own

disillusioning inquiry.

To sum up my feelings

in a line or two

might help me live on

with less worry and care.

But! to define a life

through prose or poem

is infinitely difficult

and inescapably annoying.

Experience by experiencing.

(not by hearsay)

One’s life is just that—

it belongs to no one else.