Choices

Tireless endeavor!
Ignorant of the soul

The Debauchee is so pitiable
Yet still so cheerful, just the same
With envy I spit upon their names
I curse him who calls this trivial

Always forgiveness for man
I see no reason not to harm
'Else I could cut off my hand
Though I confess evil has its charms

The greed fills my heart
Surely shame's to follow
"If only others felt this shame,"
All I hear return sounds hollow

The suffering of a self-indulgent youth
How wonderfully sublime!
The highest and the lowest both in mind
It tells me to choose is moot

Give my life or claim yours?
Not literally, of course
What tempts me is far worse
I fear either way'll end in remorse