Winding in and out.
Trying to find a way.
No longer a student,
broke from the pathway long ago.
Under the struggle and strain,
the two directions do divide.
No commitment to the end,
take both
at the same time.
All eventual men
live and die
by the choices that we make.
So perfectly incentivized
to wander our own way.
Stumble and fall,
though we stand again.
There is no hope,
there is only the future,
for all eventual men.
Taking down each avenue.
Parse the details
where the Devil lives,
set your compass by the truth.
Choose
where your path is going
and get the fuck out
of here
into that great unknown.
See what comes around again.
All eventual men
must find their way
on their own.
One step,
and then another
in this
and every infinite direction.
In the spectrum,
finding the way,
even if just once
in every hundred failures.
Beginning, middle, and end.
Are possible
for all eventual men.
DJR – 2022
