Self

The very thing that'll drive me mad

I will undoubtedly wish I had

With the cerulean waves crashing on the cave

This will keep me from my grave

 

What keeps me from my sleep

Until I surrender and fall in deep

Into the magical rabbit hole

Where I lack any sense of control

 

Until the very thing that'll drive me mad

That I will undoubtedly wish I had

Will stir me from my obscurity

Because consciousness provides security

 

But more importantly, I will have myself

As the little voice inside my head

Will keep intact the self

And I can be but myself

This poem is about: 
Me

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