This will be my only sonnet on the topic of inner strife caused by one's own ever-changing beliefs and values.
I know what you all are saying - "Timmy! How can you stop at just one sonnet about inner strife caused by one's own ever-changing beliefs and values? Come on, you knucklehead!"
I'm sorry, I've mauled it over and I'm pretty firm in my resolve on this one. So here it is...
Values
To shake lose all the dust that coats my shoes,
And leaving it to settle far behind,
Is by far simpler than trying to lose,
To clear away the dust that clouds my mind.
Gathered over the years without discern,
Yet kept in place with insistence and trust,
While feelings swell and many issues burn,
Confused over good and bad, should and must.
Should I go left or right, move up or back?
What forms my standards I use to decide?
Should they change so often and do I lack,
Common sense and vision to smooth life’s ride?
I may well seem so firm in my resolve,
Yet I am in constant struggle inside.
