Tug of War

I feel like I'm at war.
At battle with myself?
Perhaps.
Or maybe something else.

Something from within my core, pulls...
Strains.
Pulling me away.
Or pushing me towards something.
I may be blinded by the cold war weather.

What is the universe trying to tell me?
My wings will spread either way.
Come with me,
Or maybe just let me go...

To get lost,
In this desert,
To dance alone in the sandstorm,
To get lost
In the sunset on the distant mountains.
In the warmth that drives me.

Something is pulling me West.
No qualms of leaving East.
No worries,  no cares.

Sometimes I beg...
Sometimes I plead...
To be taken from this tug of war,
And left inside my dreams.