Chooser
Tis I Chosen.
How could I refute?
How could I run?
Yet it only seems right.
You saw fit that I should be Chosen.
Despite my longing for another’s
I know tis mine.
I take it that I shouldn’t complain
And instead embrace
But what man shall I be
If I do not question?
I only seek understanding, knowledge
For my obligations.
I’m sure you’ve got some to spare.
Perhaps you require me to laze
And convey unto you my dilemmas.
But how must a man know
If ye dare not give even the slightest of hints
Well,
Then so it is
And so it shall be done.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 6:26 AM UTC
Chooser
Tis I Chosen.
How could I refute?
How could I run?
Yet it only seems right.
You saw fit that I should be Chosen.
Despite my longing for another’s
I know tis mine.
I take it that I shouldn’t complain
And instead embrace
But what man shall I be
If I do not question?
I only seek understanding, knowledge
For my obligations.
I’m sure you’ve got some to spare.
Perhaps you require me to laze
And convey unto you my dilemmas.
But how must a man know
If ye dare not give even the slightest of hints
Well,
Then so it is
And so it shall be done.
The unending fight between the Chooser and the Chosen.