So hard...

so hard to let go of who I was.
So hard to go on,
the id is made weak.

I let myself go,
exploring my consciousness,
wanting to try everything,
wanting to be everyone,
you end up
being nothing at all.

so hard for me to write this poem,
i want to grow, become someone
motivated by the common good,
motivated by the common Soul.

it's so hard for me to let go
i'm so motivated by sex and violence
not by superego
or the Holy Spirit.

I hate what I do and yet
I do it again.
I continually wash myself but find
myself filled with sin and error.

let me do what is hard.
let me let go.