There's a conflict brewing,
deep in the middle of my mind.
It's slowly finding it's way,
finally finding the day.
The conflict has become,
a part of who I am,
a who I must become.
Striving to be who I am,
and who I must be.
Fighting it's way to the surface,
trying to leave my minds domain.
My head pounds,
as the conflict inside is torn.
Sudenly,
my mind brings me to realize,
that no conflict was present,
nothing was ever there,
it was a qliche,
a nothing.
There was northing to become,
nothing to strive to be,
because I've been it all along.
I've been strong throughout it all,
honest with myself and others.
Passinate with nature itself,
and proud of who I am.
The conflict was a qliche,
a nothing,
a marage of the imagination,
a conflict of nothingness.