Bring Me My Ego

The field stretches far from me,
enveloping the lands.
The field rushes all around,
jumping high to kiss my hands.

I smell that crisp and clean green,
it teases on my nose.
I feel that soft brush far below,
it tickles lightly on my toes.

And darkness falls so slowly here,
but as it does it eats all held dear.
And fills me with a sense of dread,
as my ego stalks to claim my head.

His borrowed looks belong to me,
as do his thoughts and voice.
But much of him I'll never be,
yet in me much of him I see.
And I have to tell myself in my stolen voice,
I never really had a choice.