Will to Passion
(c) 2003 Brian Madison
If I lost
faith in tomorrow
Would I have
no need for dreams
If I gave in
to my sorrow
Would my
world be truly as it seems
If I gave up
my illusions
Would I have
to give up hope
If I asked
for even more time
Would I just
be asking for more rope
The odds were
in my favor
And I lived
'til I got old
This is the
path I’ve chosen razor's edge between the frightened and the bold
All lives are
rendered incomplete
By choices we
must make
Don’t tell me
that I’ve sold out it’s what keeps me going; life’s a give and take
If I turned
towards religion
Would it
surely save my soul
Or give me
clarity of vision
Is happiness
a realistic goal
If I
exorcised my demons
Would I gain
the strength to care
If I turned
to dark self-loathing
Would I find
my motivation there
I dreamed I
was a doer,
But I could
not make it last
I poured
another beer and I sat there waiting hoping it would pass
And pondered
schemes for bringing
Even more
comfort my way
In a fog of
indecision, I could change my life, but not today
10 million
upturned bushel baskets
See them
every day
So afraid to
live and die find some distraction; it will go away
10 million
stillborn adults
Daily mourn
what could have been
Will they
find their will to passion
Sharing gifts
or failing to begin
If I made
some small concession
Could a
different tale unfold
If I raged
against depression
Would it make
me feel a bit less cold
If I overcame
my history
Could I find
a better way
Can I quickly
solve this mystery 'cause
My calendar
gets thinner by the day
Two roads
before me lay and I will
Take the one
less travelled by
And it may
make no difference
Then again it
may but first I have to try
A pattern of
decisions
I look back
across the years
It's not all
or nothing now I realize I'm bigger than my fears
If I lost
faith in tomorrow
If I gave in
to my sorrow
If I gave up
my illusions
If I turned
towards religion
If I
exorcised my demons
If I made
some small concession
If I raged
against depression
If I overcame
my history
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