A POEM
INNER STRIVE

In the night, I drift into my dreams
Two voices rise,each pulling at the
seams .
one ,a whisper; the other, a roar ,
like rivals in battle ,they clash and
contend.
Turning my mind Into a court without
end .
In the silence of my annoyance .one
whisper in understanding, while the other
in the roar of riches,Yet in the allure of riches and desire,I find my way in a
jubilant despair

In the shadows of my dream ,where echoes collide
Two opponents clash within my mind.
one whisper truth ,a guiding light
the other roars with riches ,a siren call to night
Though I yearn for good, my heart's a stage,
Where the roar of riches writes...