Is my ego so massive
it must be contained
restrained
blamed
molested or chained?
Tipping the scales of my heart
for good or ill
no matter the will
skill
pretense or frill
ignites fire
It is all fire ...
my ego
my heart
my passion
even my loyalty
You all burn
and I watch in disbelief
almost complete
with relief
as sheep
convince me that I should sleep.
But I can not ever sleep
then I may remember a dream
faces, unseen
want the pristine
develop a meme
make people scream
and all for a day that turns into another night.
So perhaps, for now, I will just
listen to the wind in the wee hours
feel the sunrise power
delight in morning showers
find sentiments that don't sour
climb old trees like ancient towers
& search for your face as I cower
huddling in the dark waiting for the flame to present itself.
Mdawn ;-P
