I have been falling beneath my own pride
I have lost whatever I considered to be my core
Yet I stand here foolishly screaming to call
It back

Slowly realising - that something else was already
There in the background
(And I haven't left myself so alone as I thought)

Weak dependent surface - but I'm still
Thousands of years old

Eternal struggle with the ego is the point
To hold on to, to cherish

Battles for their own sake

And here I stand lying