The Hidden Series - Eight

the ego poisons the potential rots my patch of peaches i planted peaches myself the ego needs time to gaze and to grow to ruin to be the ego ruthless admire the ambition the ego relentless the chase but here i am chasing since the beginnings of time i am lost in the pursuit of pursing you since the beginnings of time i have been pursuing you naked truths clothed in pride unclothed again by the ego the ego it strips away me bursts open all my structures my comforts move here i am uncomfortable moved and eased by you the ego levitating over calm, warm waters within seconds of wintertime the ego ruins me there's nothing i love more an embrace i crave promises i crave more i hunger starve and i thirst after the ego the pain, oh the pain i lay in my dead patch of tangy peaches hiding from tonight..