Dear Ego,
As a young ewe, often fascinated by your impact on the lives of lambs.
Others' pain and destruction are often your praise and worship, as many lost lambs lie bare at your feet.
Many a generation, many an empire, many a fruitful tree with deep roots all withered to a shriveled husk. Why? Because you felt a touch.
As a young ewe, I learned to keep you tucked deep in my thumping pouch, where you could only sulk.
We fought, we bargained; some I win, some you lose.
When your inevitable demise came, I rejoiced; I felt free to be a fool without worries
A fool in the land of the unknown
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A fool I was, a fool I couldn’t be anymore, so I pushed the boundaries of my foolishness; the more I pushed, the less I was.
Until I couldn't push anymore, so I stayed a fool.
Suddenly, like a meteor, I was hit when the sky was clear.
But to my dismay, there you were at the depth of my despair.
You rose like a phoenix and shrouded my sky; you buried me deep like every other lost lamb.
Like plenty of your foes, my world was soon ablaze.
You left battered and butchered all that is life in your wake.
Dear Ego, your boot at my throat, but I will take back control.
Dear ego, I shall be your Master once again.
