Between my shadow and my soul

Attached to Me

Do you not yearn for your bright-eyed stare
Which made the world seem like dazzling light and wonder
And let you forget as soon as your gaze was distracted,
Or your fumbling grasp that tightly clasped onto a finger
But not onto anger or hurt,
Chubby growing muscles that found challenges stimulating
And not a gateway to anxiety or self-pity,
Strong angry voices could evoke temporary discomfort
But no memory of the sharp words your parents exchanged remained

The maturation of neurons leads to the inevitable
Attachment, memories, emotions, ambitions, disappointments
The more of which we have, the more we are compelled to strive
Not just for self actualization, but for the attachments we
Believe lead us to love and identity. Such fluid yet enchanting ideas
In a temporary world based on arbitrary values we
Hold onto our fantasied ideals and what is more
We fight our own wars in their name

Intelligence gives us more to care about,
More to lose, more to believe we own
More to say is Me
And ego preservation is one of the most powerful
Forces, for good and otherwise,

That increasingly binds us to survival as we Live 

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