Mine & self
I see something in “mine”
Not at all am I fine
Self has been stealth
Counting on its own wealth
I can deflect, minimize
Just guilt, de-legitimized
An all-encompassing gloom
From which there in no room
Yet there is a Light so bright
Self receives it like a bite
He's preexisting, no use resisting
Won’t be able to survive
Don’t see it - won’t become alive
Love of a new toy
Love of an old boy
Pride in my selections
Pride in my reflections
It's all one big misapprehension
Self’s met its doom
It’s finding there’s no room
The Light grows bright
An end to this long selfish night
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