Dead to self ... satire

Galatians 5:24 

²⁴ Now those who belong to Christ have crucified the flesh with its passions

and desires.

Dead to self … 

To be dead to myself … how much dying I have to do?

How much dreaming will justify … for my dreams to be untrue?

Through the river of confusion … how much talking will flow away?

Will it bring me closer to the grave … where I should really stay?

Crucify my own flesh daily … can I do this in my sleep?

Wouldn’t that be much easier … as I slide into the deep?

Awareness sometimes a nuisance … reality I don’t handle well.

All seems too much like illusions … drawing me closer to a “well”.

Slippery slopes I’m climbing … looking up on my way down.

It seems that I’m forever falling … clinging to what I’ve not found.

Life is said to be a circle … why does it hurt when I land

falling through my own perceptions … choosing blindness to the end?