The Great Battle

In the battle between heart and mind,
the winner's depicted by the man inside.
By the unknown presence in all of us,
the sole thing we can always trust.

It's a combination of both conscience and soul,
Begins when you're born, stays til' you're old.
An invisible aura, weightless in fact,
it is who we are, in some it's abstract.

Shows us the way, guides us through trouble,
allows us to get up and climb out of the rubble.
Hides away, in a subconscious state,
when we don't let it out, it generates hate.

It's what makes us unique, though we all have one,
is made up of nothing and cannot be undone.
A metaphor for our meaningless existence,
tries to come out, yet recieves much resistance.

Run away from your problems, but never your soul,
it is the one thing that makes your life whole.
Keep on the right path, let your conscience run free,
for if you do not, you will end up like me.