Interview Slaughter
Things are NEVER as bad as they seem...
Watching digital paper unfold
The ego becomes brazenly bold
Escaping it's lair, eyes stretch wide
THE INTERVIEW... It's untied!
Tangled nerves twist tighter
Lonely, the acidic stomach roars
Hungry nausea bites, anxiety soars
Did I? Was it? Do I?
Will I? I sigh...
Worst case thoughts coat reality
Muffled, another prisoner screams
The ego is NEVER what it seems
Did I? Was it? Do I?
Will I? I cry...
On time, the interview arrives
It's the same moment as always
The ego pounces, opens claws
Thoughts writhe between mental jaws
Did I? Was it? Do I?
Will I? I lie...
The soul steps in, the ego shrinks,
Love starts the slaughter
Gives it no quarter
The soul grins
As it pins
I did! It was! I do!
I will! Will you?
"I created this to highlight the fact that all of the pain and anxiety you feel comes from your ego. The soul is so wise and powerful such things cannot touch it. An interview is one example of how the ego tries to rule your mind with fear, in this poem/song the soul overcomes such human-animal issues"
