slipping

Slipping

Into the ways of the world

Growing affection for the here and now

Eyes ruling my soul

Does this make me less whole?

How to feed the artist without

Compromising the eternal within

Serving two masters

Is such a bad thing

Lest they push and pull

And unite and sing

A harmonic chorus of polar notes

These parts make whole

A person that is I

Should I deny

Or have the eyes deceived me

Lured me into the hollow life

That upholds the self

The thing as king

Of all

Perhaps a divided heart is a true one

Wanting many things

And denying none

If so, let mine be true

For to be less of me

More of that

Tis blue