Ego

An existence so small
Much a little smaller than the mole
An identity perceived so huge
Larger than the largest deluge

That “I” is the center of the universe
Woven is destiny around this energy
A Force to survive
A reason to live
Uniqueness meant to fight death


Is it some periphery of obscurity
Webbed to stay stuck
Being stimulated by the more aware
Cuisine for the masters
A purpose for the absolute transience
Living so that I could eventually die


Or does I have shades of either
Maybe neither
Wholesome could be this “I”
Ego so large, so holistic
Where the universe would submerge
All identities merge
Purpose, reason, existence and end are all but none
Forgiveness, love, in concert, futile and naïve
Bliss, untrue, pure to thrive
Maybe “I” is such a life

Miles to go before I sleep

Energies are low
Synergies unheard
New is old and old is now
Where to start and where to go

This transition is a vacuum
A silence of the mind
Of many strings that moved this puppet
Some are gone and some idle
Shall we wait for those fingers to move
Or shall we get out of the groove

There are strings that I lace
There are beings that look upon this face
Who Wish to see a brighter day
Look upon to show them a way

Aspirations mine and theirs
Yet to realize
Make them find their orbits
And stay on course of what is mine

Of some more then me
Of some more than mine
A little more than today
And much more than make hay

A world small as I
Big as the universe
And everything between them
Has a pull and push

There will be a tomorrow
With or without my sorrow
There is only enough one can do
Occupy one’s mind with much ado

For the day will come
When I shall reap
Till then, I have,
Miles to go before I sleep.