My Chosen Path and Art

An offering was made to me; a prize wrapped in a lie.

And if I was to accept it a part of me would cry.

The choice is mine; accept with grace or simply walk on by,

but what I do each day I must face the clear blue sky.

And know that as I walk my path, I walk with a clear heart;

Walking the way I know is true – lies tear the heart apart.

So though it may be tempting to accept it from the start,

I know that doesn’t follow my chosen path and art.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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