Ego

I was told to leave it outside

It was bound to get in the way.

I used to think that would be nice,

But dream on. It’s here to stay.

Now I realize it’s essential,

You mustn’t nurse it.

That overblown balloon.  Burst it.
Let it float up to the corner of the room.

A drone.  And be the first to pop

Your own.

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