The Retreat

A divide in my path, the election of flight or extract my weapons and prepare to fight? I would combat forever, if it was worth The prize of envy and eternal hurt What if I fought, but still never won? Fought til my heart had no beats left to drum Would I come out on top, yet still no victory Will you ever truly belong to me? My instinctive army yells I'll never yield Urges my flight from this battlefield I kick off the ground and never look back But at least I retreat with my dignity intact Jodie Williams for Joe's I Just Can't Win contest