a poem of life

war of the soul

stuff
money
influence
affluence
talent
friends

all wish to dance
spinning me around
toward?
away from?
whom?
why?
which dance
should I join?

knowing there's a war
is only half of the problem
part of the scare
the really scary part
is
did I choose the right side?
[to join]

do I let
the imposters
have their day?
or do I let
the master
have his say?

the throne
has only 1 seat
who sits in it
decides just how
neat my story goes.
[and whether or not
my story
is worth reading]