Self

Waking up in a dream How I lost for a lot... From Acnes to aches Writing schedules and documenting facts So I believe, let it be! Cause that's what I want to be! Sweet dreams: my honey, Bee hive: how I'm enslaved in my work. Flying off to flowers, landing on petals Not knowing they artificial, false dreams created by masters So I have to be my own master! Left my old life to walk on the right path, Family and friends looking out for me And I look in to find my self, I know three is the code: I.d, ego and super ego The constructed psyche To form my reality, my self and my being So I begin: from diaries to commandments.