reflections

There was a time when my heart was pure

My words were for no one but for me to endure
Reflections of an introverted philosophic mind
Scribbled away in back of some notes for no one to find

And today I struggle even with this honest confession
I want even these words to live up to my reputation
‘The poet philosopher’ ‘the all Seeing Eye’
Entrapped in these egos I ve let my soul die

Oh bravo I have made even this rhyme
Yet I know in hearts of heart that I am committing a crime
I am feeding my ego on essence of my soul
Sad I ve ended up as such an asshole