The Eager Eyes of Ego

We're calm and coherent We Lie in our sleep We cease to seize Love while on our knees-- Begging for our own self-destruction Our will remains impractical: A solemn, swift divide Regret is the Ego's prodigal offspring-- A deceitful and feckless device of fulfillment "We are the daughters of our mother-- Who loathed her husband and children" Waltzing in somber circles, to a pitiless, timid tune We perceive the pinnacle of peoples' putrid pride Indulging inept self-indulgence We are thieves of our indentured appetites While lying in our wake-- Our eager eyes turn back, looking for more...