Like a pendulum, I swing Between passion and compulsion When I swing to passion, My heart receives peace and joy But when I swing to compulsion, Sadness and dullness dwells in my heart
But what can I do about it? I am the pendulum Swinging is my life, my fate I think I should stop bemoaning And acknowledge what the truth is And live my life as it is
Oh my!
Right now, i am actually in that place..stuck between choosing my passion and a compulsion. And as the compulsion seems more practical, i dont know what to do about it..
The comparison to a pendulum is creative.
A well penned poem. :)
I like the vision of the pendulum and how it balances out passion and compulsion, although I'm not sure what kind of compulsion to which you refer. Good poem.