Beneath the cloak of my being,
Altercations soar..
Conflicts speed.

Ego rushes engulfing the mind,
Many layers of judgements..
Lay scattered..some aligned.

I try and settle to expectations,
Many times I resent..
To go by dictations.

The vision is blurred bereft of light,
A pseudo-self takes on..
And might is right.

As I reflect to find the right choice
I find its a trap..
For all good or bad is illusion
Meant to entice.

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