I’m “the I” and I’m here
to tell you a story.
It aint’ one of fiction,
so there’s candor in some sense.

I know you and I have been with you
ever since you let out that first cry.
Your mom and pop each held me with
a certain subtlety while raising you.
When you added a new life dimension,
and called it “my better half”
there I was in a new avatar.

I bonded with your pup
when he welcomed new guests.
So did I with the bee buzzing
in your garden as you awoke
to a bright spring morning.

I was christened by
my linguistic aunt English.
She named me on an action verb
that I rarely live up to.

I heard through the family grapevine,
that she even named my cousin similary.
His name is Outcome and yet
he is diametrically different.
He almost always fulfills and
more importantly ensues.
Now mind you, when I collaborate
with you and influence the inside of you,
he could manifest disparately.

When you converge,
with those you care
to utter a prayer
or to regale and rejoice.
That’s one place that I
prefer not to embrace.

I’m “the I”,
colloquially called Ego.
This continues to be my story.

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