It
It is with me all day.
Everywhere I go It is with me.
Sometimes It, I’ve been told, is BIG.
I have no real way to compare.
Most of the time it isn’t.
It just is what it is.
It is enormously distracting.
When the right person passes it grows.
When the wrong person passes it shrinks.
Ii can bring life to be.
As mine has.
It can cause a life to end.
Mine never will.
It can cause mountains to be moved,
Worlds to be traversed.
It can be the center of all thoughts, motives and actions.
It can be the most powerful force in all the world.
But mostly,
no matter what anyone says,
It is delicate,
It is vulnerable.
It is important – vital really.
It is amazing what an ego can be.
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