A Step Between Poem by Lee Gelis

Do not straddle, do not go,
Wherefore my lesser being grows,
I do not flourish, I do not thrive,
Together we shall not survive.
Are thou not with me ere I bloom,
Or will you be my cause of doom?

Achilles never foresaw fail,
But paradigm befores the trail,
And so I find that probably,
This union that will never be,
Has clouded all inside my head,
And wonder what is to be said.

Yet still a heartache wither still,
Towards where logic forbids thrill,
So do I take the path away,
And lavish unto endless fray,
Or stay my course to homeward sound,
Wherefore sails have safety found?

Has always conflict this way made,
A man's great virtue slowly fade?
But what is romance in the end,
That lets poor selfish ideals mend,
So stuck between both better ways,
Under such matter mindfog lays.