Wee Jerrick

Two souls are locked in conflict in my heart,
They fight to separate and pull apart.
The one clings stubbornly to worldly things,
And craves the pleasures of our carnal appetites,
The other has an inborn urge to spread its wings,
Shake off the dust of the earth and soar to loftier heights.
- "Faust", from Faust. A Tragedy; Goethe; 1115.