5 way tug of war

There is a long fine polished table in my mind Where the cobwebs are many Because very few ever find This place where they gather Gather to ponder Gather to seek Seek the answers to questions unknown Sort out the strong from the weak My body flies through the matrix As if on autopilot Because during the trials of the gathering I am entangled with myself trying to fight for it. I am but an obstacle built within an obstacle A conundrum, a contraption A perfectly imperfect depiction Of a 5 way tug of war The pentagon of me's are coming And I cannot hide The keys to the door Where my biggest issues reside. Once the seats are the table are filled The battle will begin Many...unfortunately Shall be killed Casualties of the changes at hand Because one of the five Will soon take command