My body is hallowed ground
I am a temple awaiting prayer
Only to be desecrated and defaced
With no compunction
Alas, I am always one to idolize those I love
While I am often met with contempt
Boundless ceilings and enduring strife
Oft I am subject to the animality of this world
A world yet to be sufficed with my own ceaseless affliction
I peer into the dark forest
My path laden with daisies and roses
Roses with thorns to the touch but comely to the eye
Daisies that symbolize mortality but personify innocence
I reach the fork in the road
The zoo of my mind
The menagerie of my psyche
Cannot decide which path to take
For if one is comely but thorny
And one is innocent and mortal
Which would you take
If turning back meant decay
But moving forward meant checkmate?
If only innocence were that much more attractive
Would I have stayed?