Will

I've never been much for showing off skill,
That's a farce, for my body is weak.
I'm frail and helpless and often quite sick,
But I've sat behind walls of iron.
Because I have the will.

I'll be the first to declaim that I'm tainted,
I smoke and I drink, to begin.
I found solace with strangers who took off my clothes.
But despite all of this, I can win,
Because I have the will.

I can resist anything except for temptation,
It's a common predicament, true -
But there have been times where my mettle is tested,
A bastard in passing, a kiss that feels new,
Because I have the will.

You've told me otherwise, many a time,
I have a vice, a virtue and a dream.
The former eats later and masks in the middle,
But I have beaten it all and passed unscathed,
Because I have the will.

There's a fire that burns, if you'll pardon the term,
Within each of us, on our fuel.
And mine never gutters, it never banks low,
There's always a glimmer of fire to show,
Because I have the will.

And sometimes that will is to have no restraint,
I relinquish control of myself.
But I have chosen when, chosen how, chosen why,
And I'll be weak when it feels right,
Because I have the will.

So I'll eat my fill,
and then no more,
or more, as I choose.
As I choose, when I choose,
Because I have the will.

I have the will,
and I can kill, with it or without it.
But I choose when it fails,
And we'll all eat our fill.
Because I have the will.