Love, Ambition & Duty

A crossroads on the path; forces me and my will to choose. My nature is greedy though, so greedy as to be prone to sloth; I can never choose. The path is bare, bare, a celestial dome towers above it; white patches pierce the latter, give freedom to the gloom, the shadow, the darkness. That light that used to blind, is now faint, blind, can no longer see us. Nature, why do you hinder us? Me and my will cannot choose. Let this small, brief, insignificant moment live forever, sew up this dome, let light still dazzle us, let my shadow be reborn. Don't force us to go on, don't force us to choose. We are not capable of it. These stones may mutate into rubies, my blood may flood them as they flood my feet, but we...we can never choose. Nature, indulge us. We are weak beings, destined for blame. We are born from sins; we live among sinners.