Power
A Will For Power Is Nothing More
A twisted ivy briars in desolate vague response
Deep inside the reality is we are all the same
To the caged barbarian to the hero's gain
Power was the same as Satan in his pride
Like some illusion we will often run away & hide
Yet still deep inside the valley high ramification
Sought through the exchange in viable haze;
Lukewarm modesty in some purple chase
Instead, I visualize power as in an illusion;
Fought back the tears with a smile,
A heart fixed in warm hysteria
Lost
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
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