A man wrestles with his true self |
Dreams come rarely Still alive barely Life's flavor is found to be bland Enslaved with transition from boy to man Sadness and joy I have born in the same soul Deceptive karma; for the good I do, evil ten-fold Perhaps I have fallen to strong illusion Hope: the most powerful of this delusion Each morning with a yawn awake Wonder if today the earth will shake Does an epiphany lie hidden in this dawn? Will I finally evolve into king from pawn? A pulse is all you need to verify life Tears and wisdom exemplify strife From birth I've felt destined for greatness From age I've learned that this is heinous Why me above anyone on life's list? Admittedly I am a bold narcissist Pride has held me up at peak in my spirit Torn a hole there and now I strongly fear it Humble and weary I cling to my secret A once upon a time dream; sworn to keep it Looking at me you wouldn't know That buried inside I've a lot to show Walk the streets as a peasant, constantly beg pardon Hide ambition effectively through my dim-witted jargon Time and time again is performed this charade So that even I have fallen to the masquerade |