I look at myself in a mirror,
The two sides of myself I see
My wolf of noble intent and strength
Contends with the black wolf of me.
These wolves circle around myself
And I wonder which will win
As I look for a hint of who's stronger,
The brawl increases the din.
I clap my hands over my ears,
I beg for the two to stop
They remain a ball of teeth and fur
And neither one will drop.
And I realize that they are me,
And only I am the judge.
I must pick one o'er the other.
One wins, the other must budge...
While this battle is done,
The war still rages afar.
The wolves come back, now and again
And I must choose a winner.
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