Consumed by a being that isn't me
This being calls me in my mind
And begs to be followed and captured
It asks nothing that I would not give
It asks to be copied utterly
I do not deny this little thing
In fact I chase it with all my heart
I want to be that shadowy someone
That is the me just out of reach
But in reaching for this phantom dream
This creature of passion and mystery
I leave behind that which I already am
In favour of what I think I should be
I am starved half mad
By this conflicted point of view
And the sickly sweet food that will end my hunger
Is ignorance from this dream, this being, this self
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