Like a coward, I want to run
From what life has sprung,
Like a juvenile, I want to shun,
Growing wise and remain young.
Like a naiveté I want to believe,
And beckon my surging faith.
Like an optimist, I want to be relieved,
And in hope, myself swathe.
Like a realist, I want to be jolted,
Out of my self-imposed stupor,
Like any concerned, I would be revolted,
And, in respect, rejoice at the trooper.
Like a loner, I wouldn’t be detached,
Plunge in, into the thick of things.
Like a believer, I would be latched,
In prayers beneath the angel’s wings.