Two thoughts fought throughout the night
opposed to hold the other's right.
Some punches flew, some teeth were lost,
then broken jaws, and lines were crossed
- until a third idea arrived, stepped in,
and called them out, to their chagrin.
A fourth and fifth arrived to feud,
then many more - a multitude:
a civil war waged in the mind
where every other fact could find
adversaries, spies in guise,
false in true and truth in lies.
Conflicts flared to fever pitch
as no side would concede to switch
while a fog engulfed the field
and confusion had concealed
sense from sensibility,
certain purpose from futility
as battle cries turned into tears
and stubbornness gave into fears
this combat could consume, extend,
with nothing left to claim, defend,
making peace the prospect sought
with clarity awareness brought
to give this contest a proper ending
beginning with two thoughts befriending.