Morality Is War

The past and I we met once more as the heavens were opened to an all familiar war for the past is a battlefield comprised of tears battling between wishes and fears Fueled by an arsenal of disappointment and bliss deceived by illusions over tired years courage hopes to fight for what we miss while memories of pain to our caution adheres Hello - a hug that can't let go For touch and scent cannot refute What well guarded words refuse to show yet in eyes that love live never mute I saw hope flutter in your eyes for all we had once upon a time with promises of changing ways leaving me in an incoherent haze shall parody win the prize of peace or resolve my initial stance? will one more go restore belief or deepen the bitterness of the dance? A multitude of choices in the balance hang walk with someone new or try again. Am I capable of both to coexist within the framework of Yin and Yang? Again I'm paralyzed for what to choose; Who can date two people at a time? Must I choose right now between him and you lest it breed only heartache down the line? The essence of my character is the reason for the warring the battle between what's wrong and right defining who we are when the choices are hard when morality hits you square in the eyes Oh the search for the fairytale plight, enduring the test of time. Yet the greatest battle for which a soul will ever fight.