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