by S.A. Prince
My father always asked me what kind of man I wanted to be,
Do I sellout,
Or stick to my principles?
Do I trade in my soul for comfort,
Or let go of fleshly desires and keep my soul?
Do I take the paved road without chuckholes,
Or do I bare the gravel-laden winding path?
It’s easy to answer,
But hard to live.
What does crushed soul do,
When he as given all he can give?