My great untrainable will.
I fear your intent.
You flow like a river on high
without sign of relent.
My great unbending will.
I fatigue as your vessel.
You take, and scantly rent.
Damn you, in body and mind we wrestle.
My great inextinguishable will.
I see your flame and ask,
take me with you into the heat,
singe my chains and burn my mask.
I fear you less than
I need this addition.
I fear you less than
my fiendish need for acceptance.
I fear you,
but I despise the user
I’ve become.
Will, let me be your iron-blood container. So you’re heat may rise and know a weirder of equal metal.
Will, I am the wick and the lantern,
You be thy oil and flame, light path less traveled and let us wonder.