Is there diamond in this ruff or marked hesitation to subject myself to pressure? Befriending opportunity and potential or leaving lazily with those that pursue drunken embrace of sleepy slumber on the calm expanse of yonder mountain?

What postulates resolved on rising from closed eyes and dream of easy days and nights so uneventful. Is escape found or simply rented each morning to hide from the self effacing predicament that comes with edification?

What is to become when subjected to the least resistance path of my choosing? Avoid the swelter, frozen weeping or joy of chrysalis breaking. Taking with me the protective cloak of exit signs and commitments unmet.

Do I know or want to make relations with perfection? Or is my resolve always the low handed embrace of tactics and treasure that know not of character and rely upon coincidence? For what outcome?

The crucible calls the man seeking transformation. The urge to find something new must break the cowardice and low will pursuits of the drunken man of immature folly. A new dance awaits those who want tomorrow.