Id, Idea, Ideal
I am the weakness,
the curling finger,
the ignorant past,
the now where the future lingers.
I am the instrument,
the vice that grips,
the low and behold,
the foot that slips.
I am the body,
I own the mind,
I am the result, the consequence, the action and reaction,
I am the lost soul,
the spirit left behind.
I am the truth to some,
and to others the lie,
I am the death,
survived by life.
Copyright © Joe Fisher | Year Posted 2007
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