Regret for emoting

Of all the goals of those more bold
There's strength in apathy and hearts so cold-
They forge a path with blinded eyes
towards futures of routine and loveless lives.

No life is won without reservation
alas, I hate my full sensations.

Full moon thoughts

The light encrusted soul of old
gleams like dull and greening gold.
Lest fear overwhelm our sympathies-
some of us choose a different person to be.

We strive along the weary road
attempting to flourish on what we know-
and yet we miss out on the souls we've sold
the road not taken is often our own.

So sip sweet nectar vagrant children-
rise to the occasions your drifting goes
one day you'll awaken to the rhythm of the world
or perish without knowing the need to know.

In any case, I can sleep tonight
with the hope you'll join me in this fight
to surrender fake freedoms for doing right
and enjoy love in an effortless plight.

Oh how the doldrums whine tonight
just do right and fight,
your uniquely individual fights.