A Venture

This poem starts off very broad, but quickly narrows to focus on the many ironies and discrepancies that exist in the individual and in society as a whole. Life on earth can sometimes feel more like an ongoing battle than anything else. Why is this? Why can’t life feel instead like making love?

A Venture

A venture for wisdom,

adventure for life,

lines full of hope,

prose no one knows,

writing about joy,

seeking the most holy

Who writes about

light,

in the dark of the

night?

Who dreams dreams of

glory,

when the world is

unholy?

Who acts out of

love,

after sacrificing the

dove?

Who knows virtue to be

right,

when pleasure brought by

vice?

Why humility over pride and justice

unbound,

when peace is always sought, but never is

found?

Incessant sorrow brought by

trying,

the outcome, still

dying,

Still fighting this strange

fight,

saint today, sinner

tonight

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