To poke or not to poke,
That is the question.
Whether tis nobler to boldly thrust ahead...
Or shrink in fear and let go.

All Life's great questions are resolved
Either with shrinking or with a prod.

When lust for life and knowledge
Boils hot in Raja's veins,
Will he unsheath his courage,
Or will he hold his reigns?

But what of tool we use in Life
To scope and feel our way?
Do we sufficiently enough
Know how to sting and spray?

Or will we huff and puff along,
Led blindly by our hand,
Only to fizzle like a salve
When Life makes a demand?

Aye, there's the rub in all of this!
Desire is our fuel.
Without Confidence and Lust,
Our tool's a ridicule.

And so it doesn't matter -
When Fear sprouts a sprig,
Whether you wield a Magic Sceptre,
Or hold a crooked twig.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Lupar, in the year 310 AF.