Self.

Hey mom ,remember me through them,

And said goodbye, my son,

I used my pen,

To fulfill the last yen,

In all innocence ,

Quite like a penance,

And find myself in eye of a storm,

From high pedestals ,icons have been shorn,

Attacking, clipping, and plagiarising,

Attracting and distracting me, quite besides myself,

Feeding on my ego, wrestling with my quest to free it, from my self.