Torn

Shall I dare to go where you lead me,
Or stay where it is comfortable?
Shall I drink deep of your river of trouble,
Or stay and dine with friends?
Shall I be satisfied with your rare smile,
Or crave the approval of this world?
Shall I speak the undesirable truth,
Or sing the numbing songs that people throng to hear?
Shall I die to live for you,
Or live to die in this world?
Shall I be what I desire, and yet fear,
Or shall I be what I am, and yet do not desire?

-Samuel Godfrey George