Inner Self

[ensahmad]

From the factory internal

Gushes out ways out

This way and that way

Whispering oodles of options

Some deluding

Yet some on the track

Wallowing in clouded vision

With a bridge of wild-gulf

Between self and fruit of good

Bearing likeness with east and west

Knowing well your course,

Stiff-neckly reject all

But those fitting His worlds

It may be the hard way

It is the way of victory

In combat with the clossest companion