Survival Is

I was born into someone else's war

Survival is

The only home I've ever known

I am strong

Prevailing over all

Seeking to take me out

Of avant-garde

That's not the house I choose to live in

My diggings are more of a co-op between

An emeritus prizefighter and gentle giant

I feel disposed to peace over waging war

I will a softer spirit and fierce loving nature

I exchange the battles for quiet moments

Hours inside reflective cessation

As things go, I grasp both sides of the coin

Free will is most definite

The switch between the two is always glistening

Close at hand.

Learning to cherish both wolves within

Comes with prosperity on supernatural levels.

Wherever a conflict whether by person or situation

Arriving at my pied-â-Terre

Will be met with these war-bones

A chosen placatory spirit

Fitted fully to turnout the beast of a brawler

That has made shelter at my core

There will be no edge and no projection

That will contain the savage within

Survival is

I was born knowing no other way

I have directed myself on the path to peace

I am an equitable opponent

I will triumph over any obstacle

Survival is

I know no other way