Timideus Poem by Lyre Bleus

O inquisitive mind
what is it that thou seek
and hope to find?
Is it better than musique?

spiritually blind
in a body that’s weak
burden of a heart that’s kind
cursed thou hart of being meek

ye struggle in the suspense
‘tween reality and dreams
within an endless expanse
‘tween extremes

And when comes a chance
ye squirm
Abstinence or indulgence?
Ye soul screams
terrified of being an offense

Yet you keep on……………..
limited options, choices
lose lose situation
hoping for a revelation
deaf to still silent voices
to guide ye to ye destination.......