No Control
I was caught in the middle of it all having no control of where I had been or where I was going.
Who was I now that I had forgotten what it was that made me who I am?
Where was I to go when the place I was looking for is not to be seen?
I had been trying to control the world and everything in it trying to make things perfect.
But my idea of perfect was very imperfect.
So now I strive for imperfection in everything I do in an attempt to fool perfection.
Looking back now it’s silly to think that I had owned anything at all because it was all really just my Ego owning me.
~Dreifuss trying to kill the ego but fearing the self.~