do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach
so goes the love song
of prufrock, self-imagined Hamlet; to be or not to be,
though that is a different question.
People often use the phrase ‘work up the nerve’ to do something.
If death is a return to stardust, and
the nameless god in every nerve and cell,
surely he has had some hand, some input
in the output of your programming, brain synapses,
from brain to heart to feeling-
All has culminated to this.
(or, in the words of LeBeouf,
just do it.)
in response to the daily post prompt