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Writer's picture: Clint HaugenClint Haugen

There’s a blue man inside of my soul

    Blue fire comes out of his eyes

And he leaves a streak of blue behind him when he moves

    He’s a madman

He really is


   Let me tell what he is

He is a true egoist 

   He believes he is capable of greatness 

I can’t control him

   He rages inside of my soul

He moves on his own 

   Dreams of being special dance behind his blue eyes

Vision’s of being universally recognized 

For what he is

    A great man

A formidable human 

    A pure egoist

He wants to be the one who does it

   He wants to be the one that says it

And 

   Flowers

He wants his damn flowers

  For all the work he has done

For all the years he spent believing in his ego 

    Knowing he would grow 

Trusting his dreams

   When he was young and broke with only an ounce of hope

   Until it was time to put on the greatest show

And reveal who he is to the world

 

   Blue flows through my veins

And I feel his rage

   He pulls against his chains

The chains I put on him

   He is my pain

He took it all unto himself 

  To save me

   And now he is burdened with glorious purpose

He refuses to die as a complete unknown 

    The blue man inside of my soul wants his throne 

And 

   It is true

That I owe him my life

    I am only here

Because of this egoist 

     When I was broken

He was built 

   With ideas so grand

A boy had to become a man 

   And maybe I have . . .

Maybe I have . . .


The greatest of all time is still alive

   And it is I 

The Blue Egoist 

   The greatest fighter of all time

The greatest writer 

   The best lover

The igniter that’ll light the spark inside of so many souls 

   The boy is finally grown

And the blue man demands his throne 

    All I have to do now

Is to let him loose . . .

   That’s all I have to do

I just have to choose to . . .


   And with nothing except myself to lose,


I wonder what I’ll do?

    




    

    

 CH 1/8/25

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