Ever had a deluge of questions ping pong-ing in & out of your subconscious?
Am i failing at life? PING
Do i pursue my PhD in NYC? PONG
Can i possibly win this case? PING
Am i being the best ME? PONG
Should i believe in his words? PING
Should i fight the feeling i get from his touch? PONG
He's not mine. Am i wrong? PING
Do i even care, if i'm wrong?! PONG
See? PING-PONG!
It seems that everytime [i] ping, [i] look for the answer in a pong; so that [I] can create cosmic symmetry.
So here's the match set-up: where the Id & SuperEgo are opponents battling it out, using my heart as its ball, and my life as its tournament table. Sounds pretty eratic, doesn't it?! Yea, well, welcome to my head.
The Id wants him.
The SuperEgo prefers Pride.
Where's ego, you ask? Its absence is what brought about this insane game..smh.
The score keeper...the one who's doomed my heart.......him.
TBC
xoxo,
Jay
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