The Battle

The sword of my influences,

Attacks the spear of my soul,

You must act this way it jabs,

You must play this role.

No I wish to be free,

I want my innocence,

You are suffocating me,

With all of your wickedness.

Who will win I wonder,

Looking from one side,

To the other.

Not realizing all along,

That the power lies with the one chosen by me,

We control ourselves,

Anything else is a myth.

-W.W. ©