Clatter

My lesser self comes
with a clatter;
heavy steps purposely -
aimed to shake the attention
of the rest of me.
Like a state of drunkenness -
sleep walking, blindfolded,
cursing under it's foul breath.

How it loves to throw its weight around;
looking to take command
of the day.
How hasty it causes my senses to react;
allied with impatience and selfishness.

"Mine - mine - mine,"
my lesser self comes.