As defined by the ego raised alongside a hormonal supply,
An unknown that sticks out to get hammered back in line,
From rendered opposites against why it needs to exist,
For the bioelectrical signature of its intelligence,
To gain precedence over all else that’s considered irrelevant
in the course of time and in trains of thought,.
Chasing hope into the future or regrets into a past,
Deciphered within its cause or doubts of existence,
Contingent with every positive influence to control its erosion,
Paving roads for a version of this present in a futuristic brink,
Up a storm of glass chiming to every move unmade along the way,
Its directions gather considerable momentum in purpose,
Yet the path is traveled along the circumference of a circle on chains,
Auto synchronized in meanings unworthy of implementation to forfeit,
what ego protects most & how or why it survive’s from the rest,
It forces opposite reactions even with the absence of a fulcrum,
Equally balanced to leverage pain it masters denial,in anger and hate,
Doing anything to not hit the bottom of the problem,
When naming them seems to derive the volatility in an id,
I don’t want to know, in fact I need not to know,
In order to keep my id live & kicking within a spectrum of reality.