"The mind is it's own place and in itself, can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven." John Milton"
THE BATTLE IN LIFE
In our existence of creativity
Bold hope or negativity
Life goes on explicitly
With either purpose or mere naivety
Our mind plays tricks and wanders
To places beyond the clear blue yonder
And will leave us all to ponder
When to hate or grow much fonder
It is within our minds that our choices
Give way to distant voices
Angels and devils making noises
While we battle our neurosis
All in all it is our dilemma to solve
Being aware of past indiscretions to resolve
Before all goodness within dissolves
And crushes all hope that could evolve
Will we march with saints to virtue?
Or be thrust to hell's inferno?
Will our zest for life be overdone
Or a return to innocence, a worthy one?
DroneFingers