My Ego and IA Poem by T M AtkinsonA battle between the self and the soul
My ego and I hopelessly devoted to me,
A season sublime coming through and making a scene. And there is nothing to make me think otherwise. I know I feel I sense that I am so in touch with fate and now I've got to go. My ego and I hopelessly devoted to me, And now that I find an answer to the question I seek. And all thats around me it drenches me with fame. And count on me to f**k up when I see that all I've ever wanted was you. My ego and I hopelessly and utterly beat, And a beautiful lie spinning round my head as we speak. There are no more reasons soon I will see who I am. I think my way is not the brightest way to go but I will always have my guiding light. My ego and I hopelessly pathetically cruel, A tear in my eye affection in perfecting a fool. And all my feelings race around me and stray. To think that my feet won't touch the ground and I'm a force that makes the loudest sound. And how I need it to be hopelessly devoted to me, How I need to feel it longing to be hopelessly devoted to me. My ego and I hopelessly devoted to me, My ego and I longing to be parted and free. We are two yet stay as one, My ego and I longing to devote to someone. © 2010 T M Atkinson |
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