At the back of my mind, the beast is howling
Baying for that which it thinks I owe
Through the dark spaces, a monster is prowling
Screaming for things I choose to forgo
Millions of years of unchecked evolution
Led to many desires I'd like to discard
Cold, heartless logic, my chosen solution
I had no idea that the path was so hard.
The problems of men aren't problems of thought
They're born of feelings and emotions
But it's hard to surpass, when we are all taught
To give room to our weakest of notions.
(Of course I'm no better, won't claim that I am
But I will point out that I will try
To challenge the mighty and free those they've damned
So much work to do, 'ere I die.)
How far must I go? What must I let pass?
I'm afraid to find out, lest I falter.
Might there come a day when I, at long last,
Kill my humanity, on freedom's altar?
I fear I've ignored some wonderful things
While worried about "bigger pictures"
Though friends ofter comfort, the emptiness stings
and my soul has begun to fe