Goes on hikes and on rainy days
Hops on untrodden paths to
Get lost for good.
Gets twisted, and stabbed in all gore.
Obliterated to dust and ash.
And each night after work,
You gotta pray, conjure and
Force it down in the confines of
Yourself to love, hate and abuse
It to keep it around.
It needs coaxing, cajoling and
Appeasing and lots of pampering.
Self is a cougar who thinks she's
In a teenage body. A gigolo who
Assumes he's a warrior's daddy.
It fleets without fidelity and
Decays fast to the cues of inevitability.
The self can become a drunken sailor
Who gambles his fate for a
Cheap bottle of rum to sink the ship
Where there's no water..
So you need to be at the helm
As a captain always, like Jack Sparrow.
Though drunk and losing control but
Playfully enough to keep the heart intact
Even when you're lost.
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