Philosophical

Here I walk spraying weeds
In the afternoon light
Who but me could walk away
In a moral strife,

Kill one to save one,
But killing’s wrong were told,
But if we don’t involve ourselves
The other’s death is foretold.

This is life, there’s a lesson there
About letting life unfold,
But there are streaks down my sleeve
For upon it my heart I where,

How do I live a moral man
When the rules of life cause such pain,
And for making the choices
We all must make
I shall never sleep again,

God, maybe we should both accept
This lesson I cannot learn
My heart’s too soft, you should move on,
My design is ever flawed.

Weeding and Life