Afraid to go inside,
afraid of what I’ll find,
Ego still survives
Its death elusive and unkind.
Ego drives fear;
Loneliest passengers alive.
Inner truth divine
it’s solace soul seeks to find…
Fear of better
fear of worse,
But only at times.
Insecurity abound
spilling to the ground
Bespoken anomaly
Things of thought fleeting…
Whole and broken still,
the struggle gets too real.
But…
Only for a second
does reality approach identity;
Blurred between the lines
There are times I lose myself,
but only sometimes.
Kayfucius 