wandered in my dreams last night
wondering
what would happen tonight
the lure of evil
serenity of good people
who would win
what would be my plight

sanity says,the good it preaches
brighten up ,
the wick of you soul
to tread the pot holed right path
incessantly , it beseeches

but inside, tiny imps that bore
lust for sounds,colours and life
they grab my thoughts
put forth a veil
shield me from those million's strife

the battle abates
till i yet surrender
submit to the imp
get struck by charm
in worldly pleasure
again i plunder

as moments pass
the dream still haunts
good keeps losing
flags of victory
evil flaunts

but seldom as it happens to be
angels win the turf of mind
i see the world lovely and kind
time spent amending
recommending the self
its not someone
but me who is to help