This is the word of a boy who was given the choice

You can have a life of pleasure

Or you can have a life of meaning

He was told

But you cannot have both

They told this to the young

To sow the fear

Of what it is they might become

So forth this boy he chose to give his life a sense of purpose

And let delights fall next to none

Nevertheless

The prelude of his decision

Was to craft a life of reason from the passion of his vision

And in the lifetime that would follow

He found the charms of unprediction

For the pleasures that appeared

Came from the mark of his ambition

You see

There is an emanating lure

To the few who venture with desires

Love will border those

Who have the traits that love admires

And the love that came to him

Brought all his heart required

So the word of this boy’s fate

Revealed that those who hunt for pleasure

Find dust in dying leisure

And those that purely work in a pomp of no appeal

Sacrifice their life

In sake of their next meal

Thus the choice this boy was given

Was a demon’s deal

To die; damned by his decision

But if this was life’s condition

The solution came as one

In this boy’s new rendition

Both meaning and pleasure had been brought together

On the path that was forbidden

A path of pristine wisdom

  'Path of Pristine Wisdom' - c.2009 - Tim Cantor