Treasure Island

Ryan Brodesser

(9/16/1994 / California)

Crossroads


Crossroads


I listen to the red and not the blue

Though that one has spoken less then true

I hear the whispers, revel in the lies

Even as I watch the evil unfold before my eyes

I feel it’s easier, to yield to temptations fork

That twists me and my morals with iron willed torque

I am only human, not strong of will and heavy is my moral load

As I travel along life's long and twisted road


Let he without sin cast the first stone

And then find out that he stands no longer alone

Let he set the fire that envelops us all

And feel that evil that holds us in thrall

Simple temptations, sour grapes in easy reach

Going against all that we try to teach


Everyday we face these new evils, simple ones invisible to our eyes

Simple solutions to difficulties like stealing or convincing with convenient lies

Everyday we walk, we enter roads, cross roads that twist and turn

And slid down the path that we secretly yearn

Submitted: Sunday, February 16, 2014

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I feel this everyday of my life. Which path is easier? The more convenient path involves not so honest answers and quick easy outs. We are all human, but is that an excuse? Or an attempt at justifying the morals we so easily abuse? Please read and review

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