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