For some
life is not a question for debate
their minds are made up
the issue is closed
But for me
there is a calling from within
a calling which tears at my roots
twisting my goals
preset by others
into monstrous evil heaps
Now I must travel on new paths
new goals to discover
new worlds to explore
This world is already understood by many
Then let it be!
Move on! move on!
To tarry is to die!
To stagnate is to sin against my soul
Forever searching, searching, searching
new horizons to seek out
old horizons to be left behind
But to leave one's home
in order to chase what may not be?
I'm frightened! I'm frightened!
Yet my security strangles
my life's adrift in a void
nothing to cling to
except the worlds within
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Looking Inward
Sixteen Poems by James Allan Ross
February 1974
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