Everyone has that beast,
That itch, that twitch, that need, the greed,
Feed it, grow it, let it rise with ease,
Until one day, the air is cut short,
And you find yourself on your knees,
Begging for your fix, the sugar, drug or drink,
Everyone watching, staring at you while you sink,
It’s the titanic all over again,
But that ID is what set you on this reckless path,
What overpowered the ego duo,
So how do you bring yourself back to realty?
Remember that beast?
That sabertooth? Scorch? Desire?
Channels…swim through the channel,
Go through the motions,
Channel that energy into creativity,
That’s what makes artists, musicians and actress alike,
It’s your original thought, what makes you, you, and what makes me, me.