And then it occurred,
as the tubelight flickered,
In a moment of pseudo-madness,
I finally decided, I guess.
A thundering cloud perhaps,
did not like my stopgaps,
A feeling crept,
the decision was probably just windswept.
There's a war in my head,
Never ends. At work or in my bed.
Use it or soon I'll lose it,
The wit, lest again I flit.
If I run away,
The ruling still sways,
If I close the door,
the argument drags more.
There's a choice I need to make.
No one gets the sweepstakes.
One or two?
You or who??
Final roll call,
It's rise or fall.
I close my eyes,
and throw the dice.
No, wait.
I think I'll use it
The wit.
Promise I won't flit.
I know my choice.
I hear his voice.
Singing our song.
Boring, happy and long.
He is my Satan, like I am his.
The war ends - what a relief it is.
We take it all,
Together we rise or we fall.
