The Debate
I'm trapped within a Maze of Art
My motivations threads apart
To find the way to send my heart
And where I should begin
My poverty soon dusts my plate
My choice is not 'tween Sin and Great
'Tween starving Goods there lies my fate
Their diff'rence aura thin
Throughout this fight my whole soul cries
With death of one the other dies
For though my dream with Music lies
My heart beats with the Pen
