My Way With Conflict Poem by Henrik Berg

My view is the sky with the setting sun.
My mind is a very conflicted one.
My words are my way to describe what I see
And can never explain your importance to me.
But one thing I've learned I can not be without
My freedom, my free will, my soul's longing out.
For adventures and danger and riding the waves
To see mountains and jungles and oceans and caves.
My soul has a longing, but is missing a goal.
My life's not a play but I'm playing a role.

My eyes are still grasping the last rays of light.
Inside is raging this terrible fight.
So waem and so lovely, my home you became
From the moment I met you not a thing was the same.
I wish I could fly free, I wish I could stay.
But now I am doomed if I go either way.
Painted into a corner, either way I will loose.
Wich way do I choose?
I'll just get paint on my shoes
So I choose wet paint on my shoes.
I got red paint on my shoes.