09-13-2014, 08:44 PM
Harder Questions
Only in the midst of mighty challenge,
maybe completely drenched in sweat
when your grip on the goal begins to loosen,
listen, you can hear it, I’ll bet
Yes, it is faint, barely discernable
well mixed in the challenge’s din
just when circumstances demand your most
on the breeze it meanders in.
A soft-sounding and consoling comfort,
a navigator, just to guide,
a trusted mentor asking questions, but
warning! the questions contain lies.
They are cleverly cloaked in sincerity
they seem to be cogent and kind
but the questions - just a fisherman’s lure
designed to hook and reel the mind!
Beware of that calm and quiet voice Cae
softly it dissuades and distracts
until the goal slips just beyond reach
and when there is no looking back
with gale force the harder questions arrive
with answers that haunt you for life
like, “What would have been the view from the top?”
and, “Could I have endured the strife?”
And then when fate has relegated your
opportunities to but few
and time, now a sentinel that only lets
discouraging visitors through,
the breeze is vacant of the soft, quiet voice
gone to where bright prospects anew
mightily toil to grasp for their greatness
while choosing what they’ll listen to.
Fear not the wrath of the harder questions
for they will never come to mind
unless the sentinel posts by your cell
‘cause you answered the quiet kind
Only in the midst of mighty challenge,
maybe completely drenched in sweat
when your grip on the goal begins to loosen,
listen, you can hear it, I’ll bet
Yes, it is faint, barely discernable
well mixed in the challenge’s din
just when circumstances demand your most
on the breeze it meanders in.
A soft-sounding and consoling comfort,
a navigator, just to guide,
a trusted mentor asking questions, but
warning! the questions contain lies.
They are cleverly cloaked in sincerity
they seem to be cogent and kind
but the questions - just a fisherman’s lure
designed to hook and reel the mind!
Beware of that calm and quiet voice Cae
softly it dissuades and distracts
until the goal slips just beyond reach
and when there is no looking back
with gale force the harder questions arrive
with answers that haunt you for life
like, “What would have been the view from the top?”
and, “Could I have endured the strife?”
And then when fate has relegated your
opportunities to but few
and time, now a sentinel that only lets
discouraging visitors through,
the breeze is vacant of the soft, quiet voice
gone to where bright prospects anew
mightily toil to grasp for their greatness
while choosing what they’ll listen to.
Fear not the wrath of the harder questions
for they will never come to mind
unless the sentinel posts by your cell
‘cause you answered the quiet kind