“I feel great,”
“I’m in the world for myself, and I don’t give a
toss about you or anyone else!”
“There is a roulette wheel turning, spinning in
this fates circus, when it’s on my side I rejoice,
but when it is not, I curse.
I give to Red Nose day, people see me, I make
sure of that.
My whole world revolves round the “I” and its
hypnotic glare,
the self of today, the super self of tomorrow,
flattering the “I”
The “I” is on the march, who can see beyond it”?
