1 May 2012
Within each and every one of us all, exists all the splendours of life. Or so I'm told by psychiatrist, scientist, and the man behind the bar. Now getting them all to agree in consensus, on why I am broken, I would like to see. The psychiatrist talks of egos and IDs, but which is causing me all this strife? Scientists may talk of DNA and evolution, but am I really just a burnt out old star? The barman pauses and umms a lot, but the best he offers is next one on me?
Our dilemma is both simple and complex, This body we share is home to our stage. Me, I'm the quiet one who sits in the corner, wanting to dance but would rather take flight. Myself, the strong one who walks a mile tall, discovering forgotten places in far off lands. I am fearless, the night and shadow my home, rarely will you find I, no one survives my rage. Randomly shifting the stage keeps resetting, as we wake in the morning myself and me fight. Every night the mental bars are locked down, I is a prisoner his power held tight in our hands.
Myself, Me, & I • Opuss № I