You cannot conquer me.

You swarm into existence as the stars unalign. Your effortless persistence is ever so mighty with the authoritative components you’re equipped with. The subtle yet dynamic pieces you’re contrived of have an exhaustible way of living; you seek to dismantle me. However when you rise, I rise higher.

You cannot conquer me.

Your inferior intentions leave me befuddled. What is it that I am not grasping? You tightly clutch your purpose as you crack unfixable holes into my bustling life, allowing tension to entirely seep through the cracks. 

You cannot conquer me.

You hinder me both when the sun rises and sets. The weather does not phase you; rain or shine, you always draw closer and closer towards your single goal. If the world was nearing an abrupt end, would you be affected? Your perplexity continues to confuse my absent mind, and the inconsistent consistency that you’re composed of seems to eternally live on. Although your strength is visible, mine thrives against yours until its bitter end. 

You cannot conquer me. 

With no warning, you emerge from the corner with intensity. I was nowhere close to prepared for your damage. Your full force hit me like a train. My four reassuring words are fading as you slowly overcome me. Piece by piece, my personal puzzle is falling apart after receiving your battering message. But the unfixable cracks become fixable, and I empower myself to believe I am more. More than you.

You cannot conquer me.

Notwithstanding, I shift from neutral to drive as I thoroughly and purposefully run through your woundings with full acceleration. Your inadequate ambitions are demolished into a trillion pieces you’ll never be able to relocate. My mind is on the path to content when I recognize how my objective stands. You smolder into extinction. My four assuring words subtract to three.  

I conquer you.