Soliloquy

The gift to say is not bestowed upon all

For all- they merely talk,

The gift to look is not among the less fortunate

For the rest- they merely see.

A man’s psyche has twin sides

That take no prisoners when he walks,

For who cares when his spirit holds

The gift is more or less lost.

The offering of wisdom makes no man wise

And leaves the guileless ones amazed,

For who cares when his soul is sold

At none of the given costs.

He keeps walking even when his legs give way,

There’s a mountain to be crossed

But the two parts within him jostle,

Attempting to win over the other.

A part of him says, “Quit the struggle!,

No more losing in the fight like this.”

But the other part keeps beckoning him

To either achieve or die trying.

A part of him says there’s no way out

And the road is blocked by a tree,

The other side of him says he can move ahead

The obstacle is just in his mind.

So he keeps moving, keeps pushing

Knowing well he’s just one mishit away from oblivion

Folklore of others often betray the facts,

Reminding none of how tough it had been.

But that one side of him says he will keep knocking

At the doors of chance, knowing fully well

One second of glory is worth all  those

Gallons of blood and sweat he had forgotten about.