Adversity Within

I can feel him breathing on my neck slowly.
The diversity of my adversity closes the distance.
Beneath me, within me, his hunger is growing.
To devour my power to be successful and vigilant.
He is the fool that hinders the practice of wisdom.
He is the sloth that slows the pace of the disciplined.
The great distraction, the strong impulsion.
The confusing illusion that pursues amusement before duty.
He hides in the quicksand of procrastination.
His desire is disaster for organization.
He is sworn to mediocrity, steadfast in apathy,
He lives by the creed of pragmatic inadequacy.
He is me, and I am him. Intrinsically a foe and friend.
The day I die this war will end. I live in war from now 'til then.