Why am I?

Why am I?
Why am I so desperate?
To become the one in your dreams
Am I not the one you fell in love with?
Am I now not who I was before?
Or are your sights now adjusted
to fit the reality that always existed?
The reality that you ignored
when you fell in love with me?

The knowledge worker

They showed me an oasis
and I ran and I ran and I ran
I'm still running
I found water no doubt
but only to quench
my thirst from the running
and to keep me in running shape
The oasis alas has not yet arrived
Every mirage now seems real
I've been accustomed to think so
They call them the stepping stones
Now I'm on a horse with no reins
chasing an optical illusion
that I now know does not exist
But the horse has started to gallop
so fast that I'm afraid
I might hurt myself if I jumped off

Pea-sized ego

Nothing seems to matter anymore
As I lie here chewing cud
Licking an ego that's been nicked
Cut, bruised and bleeding
Not because I want it to get well
and throw tantrums once again
But in the hope that the licking will infect the wounds
Develop gangrene and precipitate its demise

Ego. Ergo....

In the vice like grip of my ego
I cannot squeak much
Tomorrow I will be a hero
and run back to your tender touch