I’m stepping with a crunch and a wail
Neurons firing intermittent
Aiming for a rational thought
But I’ve subdued the cerebral
I’ve unleashed the subconscious
While holding the ego back
Just enough
Just enough to not be TOO crazy
Life is good
Life is satisfaction
Life is simple
Sleep comes on
A dreadful, dead man’s slumber
Upon waking I am re-united with myself;
Myself as I perceive myself
Strange how different myself and I have come to be
Could I perceive I differently, myself squared
And myself perceive itself and I differently, I cubed?
An I octet
A myself sextet?
Would each be a separate entity?
Or just a skewed facet of me?
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