Amazed yet again that you're both lacking shame,
To consider convenience when you call out my name,
More than willing to feed off my heart as its keeper,
But you tred in the shallows afraid to go deeper,
Running fingers in the warmth of my pleasurable wonder,
But retracting your hand from the binge and the blunder,
Leading me on with your small words of kindness,
But exerting no effort to let your light reach my blindness,
It's true I may drown you when you reach from the shore,
That you may lose your firm footing when your soul seeks for more,
But how dare you lap at these pools of disaster,
With a Piscean lure on your cold walls of plaster,
You should both be disgusted by your frozen positions,
At the time that you've lost by not making decisions,
Paralyzed somewhere in reverie- afraid to make changes,
I can't live in such boredom and limited ranges,
But your lust for adventure doesn't deserve to be sated,
You crave only rewards; you're afraid to be hated,
Maybe the six days between you and the span of our distance,
Reaffirms: in like a lion, but the lamb needs assistance,
So either chose to take risk and explore the soul's journey,
Or please cease and desist and let me coast for this gurney