“Ego will be the death of us all.
The unending fear that
We may appear too earnest;
That we’re putting ourselves
Out there, a tad too much;
And that maybe, our enthusiasm
Might repulse them.
But I suppose it’s all alright
Until the music stops.
Because I fell in love
With those little things;
And now I am falling out,
Scarily enough, for the same reason.”