The idea popped in my head,
Like a balloon,
Pushed to its limits,
"What am I doing?" I thought,
As I readied myself towards the edge,
Was this my Id taking over,
Or simply my superego,
Thinking this was best for the world?
With the thoughts filling my head,
I jumped.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC
The idea popped in my head,
Like a balloon,
Pushed to its limits,
"What am I doing?" I thought,
As I readied myself towards the edge,
Was this my Id taking over,
Or simply my superego,
Thinking this was best for the world?
With the thoughts filling my head,
I jumped.
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