The zeal to sculpt an I into time..
The zeal to make eyes look unto you..
Like they would rather look nowhere else..
The zeal to be known as you..
An “I”with adjectives preceding … nods following the commendations.
To formulate a “you” like it was magic and leave others staring into the becoming of “I”
Ohhh what sights an ego prunes..
An ambition, will to find bravado, will to destroy the flamboyant demons…
A will to beat the destructive devil to end the game of blatant righteousness..
The will to tear into the systemized forms…
To destroy, the organized, the known, the done..
A zeal to deepen the foothold over the passing time..
Like stubborn feet dug into sand at the shore of fate…
The desire to beat those falling into the paths of the plain naive moments of your mind…
To drain them of breath and leave them dried up, sucked into the ground beneath the sand..
The desire make life only yours.. only the ones who make it to your boundary..
And the zeal to beat the devil of hate,
The gatekeeper of loathing , pity, guilt, doubt, hopelessness…
And an end to anger towards a being so like you.. so human.. that you would recognize it as your own self..
The zeal to reach into the heart of the one..
To touch it and kiss the periphery in hopes of making it croon to thy name…
Then the will to find your name on the door of destiny… on the smile of your loved ones..
Give cause to the sweat of others…
Thus hope flourishes to find a seat in palette of ego…
And the “zealous I” pants while painting the wall of selfish desires..
Pouring belief into your heart.. and a restless fluttering sensation of life into your veins..
The zeal keeps your alive.. the zeal keeps the devils at bay ..
And the zeal keeps love and passion for man and life..drunken and spinning in your eyes.