I'm going to make a mistake, I know I am.
I'm going to look a fool.
Be an object of ridicule.
At a crucial point I'll stumble and stutter.
My heart will jump into my mouth.
My knees will melt like butter.
It really is time I got a grip.
After all, what's the worst thing that could happen?
Well, I could lose face and fall from grace.
End up in an embarrassing place.
But why should that bother me?
Why can't I set myself free from this tyranny?
Give myself a break and forget about making a mistake.
Because after all...................it's only ego.
And wherever egos I go.
Lester Queripel
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