Certain times in my life,
When it's just me and my pride,
We strike up conversations,
Mostly about my life.
Of what i had imagined,
And what i have become.
We talk about envy,
We talk about vanity,
How they're just the same thing,
And how perception is the only difference.
We talk about me,
And we talk about them.
We think of ideas,
And we make grand plans.
To influence far and wide,
Or to inspire the prepared.
We can go on forever,
We try to conquer each other.
We make decissions together,
And then we disagree.
We try to forgive each other,
For the thoughts that were let out free.
We try to heal each other,
For all that we could not be.
It's strange when they say,
I must let go of my pride,
That my pride pulls me down.
But my pride, I know, is important,
Because, for everything that happens,
Sometimes its my pride, and sometimes its me.
