Inside me.
One is the soaring eagle.
Everything the eagle stands for is good
And true and beautiful, and it soars
Above the clouds. Even though it dips
Down into valleys, it lays its eggs
On the mountaintops.
The other side of me is the howling wolf.
And that raging, howling wolf represents
The worst that’s in me. He eats upon
My downfalls and justifies himself by
His presence in the pack.
Who wins this great battle?
The one I feed.