Beware

(Bit gloomy, but I think there is something of this in all of us sometimes)

Beware! Lest I should rise
     Like some false prophet from the swamp of my own backyard
     Driven by inane apocalyptic visions
     Drawn from some dark recess in my ego

A craving to be right
     beats my war drums
     And they echo -
Down through dreams and fantasies
     Luring and betraying
     Lonely and longing for blood.

Beware! Lest I should fall
     Like some rampant fool
     Stumbling off my self-erected stage
     Lost in senseless ravings
     Drawn from some dark recess in my ego