At the crossroad, self meets the selfish...
kneels down, to beg, tells a wish..."let me be me !".
a day on this end, a day on the other...
deciding for long, a way beyond the tether, to let it be free.
a thing it has , a thing it needs...
a dream it has , to seed the need...
a blind man's head-on, to things he can't see...
so are the needs , the dreams and the wish to be me.
tugging the hemispeheres...
a part is with you, but both are mine...
one is dazed, but both distortedly inclined.
The self faces the blows, in a rocking boat...
as it finds itself, on the crossroad.