Ego

My self-efficacy was bleeding,

So I tried to plug the leak,

By lifting objects of increasing weight,

And returning them to their original positions,

With no net change. But there was a hole

In my heart that could not be filled—

A desire that I could not sidestep

Or evade no matter how hard I tried.

I cantered through a similar kind

Of corridor, each and every day—

An endless kerfuffle I created,

From the disparity of what I deemed

To be true, and the path I thought to take.

But it was backwards! My delusions,

And dreadfully misguided passions,

I gave in to blind happiness—

I found satiety in safety and routine.

But I have finally bucked the demon

From my back—broke the chain

And stumbled upon the courage

That supposedly existed all along.

Against all odds, I will continue

To follow a calling—even if I get

Fall down a thousand more times—

My self-efficacy was bleeding,

But at least I still walk the winding road.