The Struggle of Self

Cautiousness is my weapon of choice.

Recklessness in your haste is your gamble

My cacophony of thoughts - I strain to hear the still, small voice

Yet your narcissism forever rambles

Yet what is sagacious and what is wise?

By what is foolishness and cautiousness defined?

Wanderer, traveler, renegade

But a fair, merry dancer captured in the unescapable serenade

Are the words spoken in confidence veracity or counterfeit?

Are the shouts in the square proclamations or vacuous quips?

Happy though I may be

I wonder if what is there is what I see

Life is simple and love is true

You have me and I have you

Complications, altercations

It's time my verbose mind reached its cessation

My shades of experience make me squint in its paltry supply

Yet, fear not, my constant companion of "why"

I need not trouble with the many uncertainties of accretion

I have given to me the tools for completion

Impetuousness is trouble to me

But peace...be still...are the words that render my worries free