The Lure

by good2begone

Standing on the edge of hope
And reason
My mind can’t keep focus
It borders on treason

The ways of the world
Have shifted toward greed
The allure of fame and power
Has planted the seed

Keep true to the line
Of family and pride
Or chase the all mighty dollar
And leave it all beside

The glare of the lights
Or the safety of home
The itch starts to burn
The emotions roam

Speak out or stay still
The question it lingers
It it possible to let it
Just slip through the fingers

The conscious, it ponders
The sub has it say
The edge is still calling
Still don’t know from which way.