What's Funny?

Something calling me, pulling at the inevitable. Will I relinquish control and let go of letting go, give in to the underlying fires below? Fueling my growth and my sorrow, without it will I become hollow? Why follow what's following me, the chase Is unnecessary. My perception of the red has been programmed by the past. Without these programs how long will I last? A smaller question for a giant task, is it myself or my ego that I ask? At last, in the middle of the war between myself, no one has the last laugh