Pass by an open window,
there's hope in the air.
Should you climb through,
or gently pass on?
or Spiritual Leanings.
What's Your Fancy?
Or does it rely more on,
What's Your fantasy?
Do you hope that the devil moves soft?
Let's you taste-without reprocussion-of the delicious forbidden fruit.
Do you hope that God will electrify?
Blind your eyes with revelations,
Weigh your options heavily,
And swiftly too.
The window will only remain open so long.
And winter is fast approaching.
Soon, the November drafts will lead to December coughs,
and January's Burials.
Are you more man or beast?
Should you satisfy lust?
Or, prolong the gratification of love?
Don't forget you can continue to pass..
Purgatorio, or something of the like.
Hang in limbo,
Maybe it's not that forlorn,
and maybe solitude is what you crave.
But if there's one thing I know,
it's that solitude doesn't mourn around a lonely grave.