My heart is feeble in its own 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 all desire should sadly 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 curve?
At any instant, we may make a choice
Which sets us on a track we did not see.
Or daydreaming, ignore psyche’s soft voice;
And with will power, demand how life should be.
Close attention must be paid ,or lost
Is our vocation and we pay full cost
How my heart sings 