Torn

Voice one says:

My religion is love, 

my complexion is greatness, 

call me a deranged dove, 

there's a method to my madness,

Life is about building 

and rebuilding yourself painstakingly, 

an arduous journey, 

the gain Destiny

Voice two says: "Sometimes the heart knows the very paths it should follow, 

Sometimes the heart knows the bitter pills it should swallow, 

Sometimes the heart knows the very whispers of tomorrow, 

Telling it "when you are gold you're purified through fiery sorrow".... 

Voice three says:

My vision is clear,

My eyes soggy,

I know I'm near,

my future's door but my memory is foggy

I'm torn between want and need,

Torn between harvest and planting new seed,

Never one to lean towards greed,

I figure the voice of 'integrity I should heed...

Voice two reiterates:

"Sometimes the heart knows the very paths it should follow, 

sometimes the heart knows the bitter pills it should swallow, 

sometimes the heart knows the very whispers of tomorrow, 

telling it "when you are gold you're purified through fiery sorrow"....

Voice Three reiterates:

Indecision, Indecision,

It haunts me, it haunts me, 

Indecision, Indecison,

I'm torn completely,

Position, position,

Take off despite gravity,

is my greatest ambition,

But my wind is integrity.... 

I'm torn.

 
~Kibali~