Hobbled by an unfortunate mind dared by query;
Better to call the dark or confess the dimly lit?
One a conversant but slow demise, the other a precarious proposition;
Unrelenting pain imposes choice, uncertain fate summons pause;
Better to calm the consigned or call for their clemency?
Relief versus obligation vie for mind’s edge;
A prospect of solace with a certainty of anguish;
Better to consent to convention or ponder a paradox?
Superposition disaffirms the presence of choice;
Rather equal fates are dispensed, enduring or perishing but acquitting nevertheless;
Better to quell the query or risk its rewards?
A choice unguided by the perished who neither bear witness to choice nor consequence;
Ensuring that the risk of perishing is ever incalculable;
The unfortunate mind never sated.