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 its foal breath.

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

Mine, mine, mine -
my lesser self comes.