Willpower,
Is an intriguing thing.
The levels across a society,
Ebbing or flowing.
Enough of it can warp reality;
Twisting fate itself.
Too little makes the mob into cattle,
Mere livestock in need of a shepherd.
I keep mine chained,
To my goals.
Festering,
Simmering.
Roiling against the steel.
Willpower.
