Inner Struggle

My mins is full of twists and turns.

Like a labyrinth I become lost to its corridors, seamlessly wandering day after day searching for more of what I do not know, searching for what is important. 

I search far for the answers to the questions I don’t know, seeking a means to an end, turn after turn I find no resolution, the constant lust for knowledge keeps me going.

Looking in all the wrong places, that which is sought can only be found from looking into the depths of my soul.

The struggle, the eternal struggle, what is it? Conflict, conflict from those sides that oppose each other, good and bad, both are useful but cannot exist in the same body at the same time.