Clash Of Wills

A shadow lingers, a whisper speaks,  

Not the world, but myself, I seek.  

A race of echoes, a clash of wills,  

On endless roads, through valleys, hills.  

No crowd to cheer, no foe to fight,  

Just me, alone, beneath the night.  

Each step a promise, each fall a test,  

A battle raging within my chest.  

The past sneers loud, the future calls,  

The present stumbles, yet never falls.  

I chase the me I long to be,  

While fleeing chains that tether me.  

The mirror’s gaze is sharp and true,  

Reflecting fears, reflecting you.  

But in that glass, a spark ignites,  

A fire born of countless nights.  

For though I stumble, I never stay,  

The fight within clears paths of grey.  

Me vs. Me—a ceaseless run,  

But forward still, towards the sun.