Guide me Today

There is beauty in your eyes.
I am ever blind.
I seek not divinity,
but a place by your side.
More probably a place behind;
as you pull the strings
and steer the carts.
The conch shell sounds
and the day departs.

As I rest and although
grief graces me with her grotesqueness
I am glad not to partake in no quest-less
adventure.

For every foot forward,
few eleven follow forward.

I know there is glory tomorrow.
But I must do my shameful duty today.
At dawn the heart rumbles,
I shall not mourn yesterday;
I am your instrument.
Let your enemies pray.
To my end, guide me today.