It's hard fighting for what you want,
and it's *hard fighting for the greater good;

but fighting against what your very self desires,
your heart's desires,
in all its destructive, frothing rawness;
for the greatest good?

"Impossible"
resounds, and it ricochets off the walls of my mind into a series of never-ending; ear-splitting; soul-dividing screams.
Yet, another voice, still and small
- one that most of the world is deaf to -
drowns out entirely all else
the moment I turn my ears to it.
And it belongs to
you.