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There are two women sitting in my head...

Each jabbering on about which path I should take.

One screams for safety and security.
"You need a job" it yells. 
"How are you to pay the bills?
How will you have a quality life without income?"

My other demon cries for passion.
"Some one needs to stand up for the earth!"
"This person should be you,"
"Help the helpless Hannah"

Would I be able to hold onto my sanity 
Boxed in a room 
With numbers, paper and ink?

Can I survive without comfort?
Will saving the voiceless 
make struggles I cannot with stand?

Could I find my peace
with a balance of work and play?
Would I be able to crunch numbers
Whiles doing my share 
To save what I love?

What's the possibility of me
finding others who would fund my actions?
There is the possibility 
that I may find a great job of science. 
 
But basically, 
I'm sitting here shitting up a stress storm.