In the middle I find myself with no defense

In the middle I see myself with nothing to utter

In the midpoint of it all I stand alone to survive

The odds so numerous against my solitary even

In the nucleus of it all lays my singular ideology

Lugged in a circle so inescapable I must subsist

No alliance as every man must hold onto himself

In there I hoist firmly with a set aim to achieve

As obstacles appear thus is my decision to retain

The good the bad absolutely no retreat to make

In the center of of it all I endure my conviction I own

Till the end of time no fright for no offense breathe

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