Commitment
By Shloime Richler
(Thoughts before hitting "apply" to a BA program.)
On the brink of commitment
Just above it sits
Looking up at it
One step I’m there
I’m scared
I’m worry itself
I don’t want to lose myself
My freedom
What I think is me
One click of a button
And there I sell a year of my life
There I commit
There I take a dose of faith
A faith that I must Indore
endure by the choice itself
There it is
A choice
A choice choosing to where is me.
How I wish to know beforehand
To now for certain the truths of life
Of the world, of God
How the fuck to be me!
But there it is
There it is what we always called faith
A thing that we live
Live, maybe, just because of where it might make ourselves roam.