Big’s my ego, the self, which I don’t desire to break,
Yet if I talk not, to you, tonight, my heart’s going to ache,
For this soul always withers with any dive I don’t take,
I know not if this’ right but I’ve to make this mistake.
This’ just a 4-line excerpt from the first stanza.
That’s It, Really.
© Victor Zuze Davies 2017
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