Why should I?

I was sitting there on my desk in a room,

It was a mid summer month

And the sun was shaking the climate's mood.

I was asked to do something that seemed unreasonable,

My patience was being scrutinized and tortured cause it was available.

Holding a pen in my hand and glasses on my face,

I was startled to what I was seeing.

I couldn't come up with an explanation

And neither was I able to completely dismiss whatever was happening.

Side by side my intuition was shaking,

My heart beating fast and my mind completely breaking.

How could I commit to something that is so abstract,

Atleast to me it needed to have a definition and meaning worth impact.

I don't know whether I was forced to do what was presented or what I intended,

The difference was confusing enough and I felt like defeated.

The graffiti of stress was drawing upon me,

Slipping through my veins,

Causing haemorrhage wherever it wanted to cause much pain.

I wasn't scared to commit,

I wasn't scared to stick.

All I wanted was for the commitment to be true,

True to its worth,

The worth that I understood.

Maybe I will take the path that I was aksed to,

Maybe I will turn my mind to do what I am not willing to,

But one thing is for sure,

The maybe conditions,

Will not be a compromise but comparision.