Conflict surges within
It tears me in two
Part of me reams right
The other leans left
Natural dexterity effects the scale not
It is measured only by the depths of my cerebrum
Two answers to the question
The strongest duality, no and yes
To me known as easy and right
Morality radiates upon half of me as an obvious path
Temptation of the less tedious overpowers my other side
As it is dismayed by the exhausting labor of the ethical path
My instincts tell me to tread the effortless road
But a voice puts me to shame at even considering it
Contemplation will not lead me to realization
Only the judge of my being and my character will finally
Sink a side of the scale