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There have been a few things in my writing career that I have written with a truly bitter tone. This is one of them.

A Soliloquy

To try, or not to try, that is the question;

Whether it will further the soul by striving

Against the pricks of circumstance or errors;

If by kicking up dust to clean our dirty feet,

We can see the pathway clearer. But our eyes-

Contaminated by consequences, cry

Tears of helplessness, of defeat. And our eyes-

Now blind, can not decipher the once clear path.

If we turn around, look back, or if we feel

A want, a wish for idle indulgency

Once savor of the Earth, shall stand, a pillar

So we mustn’t look back, or wonder at life.

We must be content to simply try.

But oh! To fail, to quit, to cease to endure!

Let down our burdens; lay in the dust, asleep.

To live the simple life of the blade of grass,

With out good and evil being separate things

Oh! If a serpent had whispered in my ear

That it be not I, who on my belly go.

Satan take the blame for what I didn’t know.

Eat up the dust that is kicked up by my feet.

But know, even the lowly serpent was saved,

From a baptism of forty day long rain.

The thousands of people, which tried and failed

Were choked in the mud, while the serpent rode free,

So if we can’t be Noah, best be the snake.

Me thinks, despite rainbows, still there rain shall be.

And it’s safer to float away, than to fail.