The Enemy Within

On crack of dawn, when the dew was fresh
While the lark was still to sing to the nightingale
When the moon was romantically seducing the night
The stars were sparkling in warm summer breeze
My head rested on a safe key and lock
My dreams reality were on words of principles
They said
Where there are great riches, there are also many to eat them.
And what doth it profit the owner?
But that he seeth the riches with his eyes?
A minute ago he said
You are the enemy within yourself
You will give your shirt and remain bare
For him to be warm,
Now I feel complete with the enemy within.