Between Scylla and Charybdis

Torn and tempest tossed Steering straight I cannot How narrow is that line To keep me safe between The devil and the deep blue sea Too easy it is to stray on To the primrose path Where live in wait deadly dangers To drag us deep or devour So tempting is that siren song Which I find hard to resist And I fear the clashing rocks In sailing the strait and narrow channel Where turbulence of mind seethes to draw us in its drift Into the depths of drugs Or make us succumb To the pleasures of the flesh Wearying for moments Climaxing in ecstasy but draining Our mental vigour,emptied And shorn of true meaning. When caught between The act and its intent.