Me, myself and I

I am a fighter

Armed to the teeth

For war.

With hope as main weapon

Ammo equipped as

Crayon-sketched dreams

I intend to fight

To the last

Doubt.

I am a teacher

Gathering old books

For war.

With knowledge well-applied

Texts and images of

Lucid-drowned dreams

I intend to fight

To the last

Thought.

I am a poet

Searching for lost truths

For war.

On stanzas dug as ditches

An army advancing in

Feeble-minded dreams

I intend to fight

To the last

Rhyme.