The cost

My velleity is not enough to call desire.

It summons up no demons with its power.

Yet  denying it would make me a true liar.

I have a wish which  fills  my surprised hour.

If    tremulous velleity should fall away

My life would be  a sentence to be served.

I cannot judge if I have gone astray.

Did I go straight  and miss  some hidden gentle curve?

At any instant, we may make a choice

Which sets us on a track we did not see.

Or daydreaming,  ignore dear psyche’s voice;

And with will power, demand how life should be.

Attention must be paid ,or lost

Is our vocation and we pay full cost