Alter Ego
ALTER EGO ~ Miss A The Beginning Of The Dawn What is this? Worth more power than me! River of lava flowing, yet a part of my own Of this majestic curse, I want a scoop, drink this elixir Would it burn? Would I be able to take it? Can I own? Rayleigh of the era curiosity takes the form. Struggling who I was, who I am, who I wish to be, Lists of wants so long, picturing an imagery of fiction Holding all those instincts, acts, behavior, life and soul A sculpture of glass, distant yet there, caged source of energy A ghost as a subsided form, a through of friction and gravity Let it enter my skin, in all forms, to make me a part as it’s coat A transparent coat, filled with shades of morality, power and grim An ego, so possessive, it engulfs and eats your soul, to a new you. I’m sacred would it alter what I am as well? And in what way; positive or negative? This was sure more power than I’d expect, Too much to hold, but now my yes means yes No questions could uphold, my no me