Why am I down here, This place that I'm at.
Constantly changing from this to then that.
Things that can shift, things you don't know.
Things that make changes so ego will grow.
Careful inspection, of what's left inside.
Finding the things that your ego will hide.
When you do find them, remove them you must.
Most of them old thoughts that are covered in rust.
Still ego's needed, to keep you alive.
If used in small doses you begin then to thrive.
Work on your life, doing things that are right.
Balancing thoughts during daytime and night.
People around you, unable to see.
How the life that's inside you is split into three.
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Author:
Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
The dance of life and how a lot of the time we are so out of step, nicely written
Clever wording in this poem give it a sense of life and project the Freudian view of the psyche. Nicely done
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