Torn between two – as such is the conscience;
It acts like a watchman – alert and cautious.
Faith and prejudice have something in common;
Soon regain thought at reason’s denouement.
The heart is conflicted – faced with a choice;
To reason with sorrow or dance with rejoice.
Memories of greed come forth in flashes;
Hours have passed since we emptied our glasses.
Through night or light – be watchful of your steps;
Shun the temptation – which has slowly forth crept.
“Every man’s island, Jean Louise, every man’s watchman, is his conscience. There is no such thing as a collective conscious.” –Harper Lee,
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