Avatar Poem by Green Leaf

What would you like to be when you grow up?
A saint, a sinner, a defender or an avenger?
A patron or a slave?
True or false with your hunger?
What Avatar would you choose?
What features and what nickname would you use?
To take on and to abuse?
Or insted, inspire like a muse.

What would you carve on the path to self realization?
Would you trade greed with ambition?
Would you ponder with the indecision?
Lieing with precision always in transition.
Or would you set new ways of thinking through?
Would you discard old ways and embrace new?

What would you like to be when you grow old?
A wise man passing through the river force?
When smiling you can tell one is at peace.
No need to talk but look. The eyes might tell that you’re at ease.
Following the inner compass of common sense,
Stepping on and off the search for inner self.

Or would you choose to leave behind choosing.
Be a close friend with the bottle,
Taking leave from sanity.
Would you allow the intrusion,
Of corrupt self and delusion?
Cast away in seclusion
Would that be one’s life conclusion?