Duty and Life

Here, Duty calls,
With arms open wide and hands desperately reaching out.
With tears, sorrow and misery in it’s cradle
And love, care and responsibility on it’s shoulders.
It holds expectations in it’s pockets
And suffering is it’s cloak.
It calls out and beckons to me, not too inviting
But behold! It warns me before hand,
That it was an inescapable web that I would enter,
One which was necessary but not beautiful.
It’s path holds thorns and a thunderous sky above,
With black rain drenching me and a windy cold night.

There, Life calls With a smile and open arms.
It says it doesn’t want me, It’s I who calls for him.
He will be here forever, but in different forms it’ll be.
It holds the joy of a lifetime with all the happiness I want.
It says you are on your own here,
You get what you take
And earn what you want.
There’s no limit here, no bond, none to stop you.
But behold! it too warns me, you come with your soul in hand.
You lose the chance, you lose the game,
You lose yourself and end the tale.
A cloak of gold and glitter it wears, risk and danger it holds,
It says you can have it all in here,
It’s you who choose what to lose.

It’s all a matter of choice now, the decision lies with me.
To find pride in duty here,
Or joy with life over there.
One hand calls out for me, with the other charging an entry fee.
It’s not others but me at stake this time, my soul and spirit in real.
It’s not a choice, a war it is,
With me the scapegoat this time

~k~