[ Featuring AI ]
Let's take this analogy to understand
The multitude of personalities in a single man
Composed of stardust rust and sand
Just two percent apart from orangutans
Yet stood up on his hind legs read wrote and sang
Then flew to the moon only because he can
These boiling things we call emotions
Fueling war love collapse devotion
Some chemical sparks that once ignited
Have burned down cities or hearts united
So again
Let's take this analogy and understand
A man is a car the face smile and the hair band
His selves the passengers in play
And one of them drives on any given day
The dominant voice is the one at the wheel
But all are aboard silent or real
And when you glimpse odd sparks or a shift in stance
It's not change it's another soul taking a chance
Maturity too is a sleight of hand
When the driver swaps but the car still stands
Our multifaceted forms elude
Yet beg to be explored renewed
To know ourselves near to good
Let's unfold the mystery of multitude
Let me introduce the ones I know
The riders inside me who ebb and flow
First rides the monk quiet wild
A sage a myth a dreaming child
He sees past time past cause past fate
Defying laws men recreate
Beside him rides the pragmatist
Made up purely of logic's mist
He calculates the weight of pain
Then graphs the rise and fall of gain
He solves by function plans with codes
Finds solace in the ordered modes
A builder of invisible lines
A bore to some but gold to minds
And crouched behind them half asleep
The animal stirs beneath the seat
It rarely moves but when it does
Its silent snarl is more than just
Defense it's peace preemptively won
A wordless threat and the war is done
Then next in shadow a silent guest
Never speaks never protests
He wears my face but says no word
Records but reacts as if he's never heard
We don't know what he is or why
Only that he's watched with timeless eyes
Not once he fights for the steering wheel
Yet something in him knows what's real
Then finally sits one that I once knew
The child in me that never grew
And thinks the world still owes what's due
With wants and needs both stamped now
But never asks the why or how
It was once adorable but now a threat
A sociopath not challenged yet
Our multifaceted forms elude
Yet beg to be explored renewed
To know ourselves near to good
Let's unfold the mystery of multitude
So stranger now your turn confess
Who rides within your soul's recess
What hands have steered what ghosts reside
What echoes live deep inside
