I burn in the heat generated by friction,
when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force.
Striking, scratching, rubbing, squishing;
my brain feels like someone smashed the two halves,
first against each other,
and then against the inside of my skull.
"Smashing hits!" says the ego.
"We shall overcome," sing the voices in my head.
I fight and I fight and I fight
but it's all within
unknown to those who are without.
The struggle shall continue, let the sparks fly.
I'm about to win when I lose miserably.
I'm about to give up when I find hope.
And it shall always be this way,
and I must never fool myself into believing,
that one day it will end,
for the ego is immovable,
and I'm unstoppable,
and the collision, is life.