I have been falling beneath my own pride
I have lost whatever I considered to be my core
Yet I stand here foolishly screaming to call
It back
Slowly realising - that something else was already
There in the background
(And I haven't left myself so alone as I thought)
Weak dependent surface - but I'm still
Thousands of years old
Eternal struggle with the ego is the point
To hold on to, to cherish
Battles for their own sake
And here I stand lying
