Ego's perspective

 I hoard minutes  in a prison of digits where the bars are prisms  and the lights, delights. I weigh bliss  on a scale of cause where the weights are loss  and the needles, flaws. I count peace  on a tally of smiles where the lines are lies  and the equations, deceptions. I look too close yet I see very little I feel too much  yet feelings, riddle. ecstasy eludes as I stalk its scent  taunting me while smiles around ascent. now I'm chasing Melancholy  and she's chasing me back running around in circles never ready to attack.

  Coffee, lord, and savior. The powers thy lend Makes me a warrior. On thou, my homework depend. Your grace, my grades ascend.   Coffee, poor man’s cocaine. Thy dealers, in plain sight, Forever shall humbly reign. A welcome darkness between duty-bound daylight. All who brew are thine humble acolyte.   Coffee, god to man. Let heretics worship tea. To them, I beg your forgiveness to span. Lead their spirits to thy caffeine sea. On all human exploits, glory to thee.   Coffee, red fruit of salvation. Coffee, roasted providence of benevolence. Coffee, thy dust, an invocation. Coffee, aqueous defender of somnolence. Coffee, in heat, does thy show more opulence.   Coffee, lord, and savior My tearful gratitude.    

Ashes for sale. Ashes for sale. Ashes of the person who You wanted to be. And ashes of the person who you came to be Ashes of your dreams You forgot to live. And ashes of your dreams You should have believed. Ashes of your children You forgot to raise. And ashes of your children You forgot to chase. Ashes of your parents You left so far behind. And ashes of your parents Whom you were assigned. Ashes of everything you could have been And everything you had lost. Ashes of everything you dreamed you had. With this sacrificial rites to your everyday ghost.