An overblown shadow cast by a blinding light
And a searing torch shining through the night.
The flame lights my path and keeps my feet on solid ground.
With this flame, I can never be lost.
With this flame, my way becomes ever so clearer.
What a beautiful flame, I thought.
And so behind me, I heard a horrible growl.
As I look towards the light, a terrible hound follows my every step.
Lurking in the darkness, out of sight.
I know him well, living in my shadow ever since I can remember.
But now, because of my torch, his presence feels like a towering giant.
Unwavering, I keep a steady pace, lest I get swallowed whole.
Forever marching on a path that never ends.
That night, I learned that the path of ambition is never a lonely one.
Because it is walked side by side a dog called Ego.