observing ego

As to be expected,

anything of conscience thought; of id or ego

is trampled, crushed, killed

as you run through it.

..

And you're running because

at last,

fate has been held out ahead of you

on a piece of string.

..

And so,

naturally,

you chase it.

...

You chase it until everything else

is lost

underneath your tunnel vision.

..

You chase it until your face is unseen amoungst the waves;

the salt water burns your eyes and your throat;

cuts up your lungs from the inside, then bleeds through.

..

It's only then,

that you realise.

..

I'm in the fucking ocean

and I can't swim.

...

ally.