There's a place at the Center
That every man knows
At the end of a Valley
Where no one else goes
Where the Rage of the Battle
Meets the Eye of the Storm
Where the sole thing that matters is Substance, not Form.
It's a place where the Mind and the Heart meld as one
Where Deep Thoughts and Deep Feelings
Wage a battle hard won
O'er Frustration and Anger and Things left undone
And the Failures of Self
From which no man can run
And in order to reach there
And to pick up the Fight
And to Win, not for Winning, but for that which is right
One must follow a Path
Which is Narrow and Straight,
And not Waiver, nor Falter, nor Tarry, nor Wait
And ignoring Confusion and man's misguided Pride
Take the only course open, and that is:
DECIDE.