A battle with myself and the world around me,
I wonder, I wonder if I can ever run from those blows of ego,
Which constantly conspire to break me, to ruin me, to tear me apart?
I wonder, if I will ever be able to peep into my soul and tell myself,
That I am content and life is what it is meant to be.
I ask myself, as the world revolves around me,
If I am truly seeing those wheels within wheels,
Or is it just a figment of my florid imagination.
I flinch at myself, every time I yearn to win a losing battle.
I confront myself when I compete with the entire universe,
When the only person I should be competing with, is myself.
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