Ego Eimi

Through a fog of inky black
You search for substance
Where there is naught but lack

Here in my maze of mind
Nihilism so fine
Objectivity failing to bind

You'll come to see there was never much there to begin
Failed rhymes, scattered lines
A boy who can't seem to help himself but sin

Do you see?
Ego Eimi

I'll sign this forced effort with my name
Why not? I love a little disillusioned fame

You'll know how to say it anyway
Think of it like "only a few know the way"
Except add the sound of a "k"
Then you'll have it

-CL FuQua