Roiled

 The war in you demands more of you;

the resources you have, and don't.

What more do you want from yourself--

but something inside just...won't? 

You see two paths in a wood

and both are a "wouldn't".

You know right from wrong,

and everything is a "shouldn't". 

There has to be a reality 

beyond just "to be or not to be." 

Are we doing this right?

Living deliciously?

Or doing it with spite--

maliciously? 

Too many people have too long been spoiled.

They can't find themselves until they are roiled. 

O cursed fate--

by then, isn't it too late?