Self has a funny way of showing up and showing out.
Posing destruction on your existence.
You are the captain of your ship, the boss of you, the head honcho.
All things start and begin with you.
But it’s hard…so hard when Self is in the mix.
Blocking your every move, beating you to the punch.
Self let me introduce you to my thoughts.
They hang out and get along and before you know it…I exsist not.
Lost in my thoughts and defeated by self.
By: PryncesSyndrome © 2015