The Fight

Once again, I'm in this place,
And time after time,
I'm lost in this tangle of emotion.
I know the Answer,
But my heart refuses to be tamed.
Each day I live,
In this finite world of ours,
Society
Wears down my resolve,
My dedication to this lofty ideal.
This culture spews it's propaganda,
Desperately trying to indoctrinate me.
My soul is weary and sick,
Fighting to stay above it all.
And there she stands,
Out there upon the sea,
My shining beacon of hope.
A hope that i'm not the only one,
That there are others who fight.
Fight to find a true, unblemished love.
My armor once shone like the dawn,
Now it's tarnished and bent.
Will it shine once again?