Me, Myself & Ego

From here to there,
Hiding here, and everywhere,
Slipping into itself,
Every minute is the great big self,

Grab on and hold tight,
What works is brawn and only might,
The end of tunnel, but where’s light?
Life, it seems is telling “go fly kite”,

Tired and fatally flawed,
Our ego’s fired, let’s maraud,
The fields of pasqueflowers in the wild,
To unearth the times we whiled,

Demented and surrounded by gadflies,
Just with the one eye, Cyclops cries,
Tears and blood flow too deep,
What you sow is what you reap