allies or foes?
try my might, fists pumped high, that they best me not
but worthy adversaries they remain
they turn my insides to jelly as I rush forward to catch ’em lest they break
winding through me, thrilling me, breaking me, in the end, winding me up
occasionally we mesh ideas, and there’s cause for celebration
sometimes they betray everything I hold dear by rejecting reason
‘We dreams have to become reality, it is just within our nature’ they insist
so I pursue often senseless pursuits to fill that void that looks only to please the soul
A worthy cause I might add.