Self and in high resolution

The self
What is it many ask
Debate and get into a philosophic
Twists over the question
From ponderings to postulations
It alludes some
Perhaps all on what it really is
And how might it be grasped and with which apparatus will it be able to be examined by
And put into the arena to evade scrutiny
And this is
The springboard wrestled with with the end of the Gregorian calendar
With resolution posted as the fireword for the foundation of our phoenix
And we come to the labelled new year
And we wrestle with our demons and we attempt to prop up our dreams so they might crawl and later fly
So perhaps at the annual firewood gathering we may have a shorter load
But never none
There is always a fear whilst as we dine digging our dentures into the finer delicacies of our selves amalgamated entanglement of dreams desires talents and ability we might end up with a mild dis ease being a stomach ache of narcissism
And exuding the odious aroma of pride
Falling into the well of which the myth which gave rise to the term narcissism
For might with all our might not find what is ourselves but expressions
And interpreters of the phenomena
For many believe animals have an easy rides
Except for become cuisine and perhaps living in battery farms
Of knowing if it can be said their vocation their talents and are uninhibited by concepts such as class race and finance
And how birds need no passports
And how herons need no fishing licence
And birds belong to the air
As fish to the sea
but where do we
And Resolution for me
Is rounded up solutions
Some of us are scared of what we might lose
Friends allies
Relationships
But think about the frog
It goes through a multifaceted set of changes
For you could stay at the egg stage and have those kind of views and freedoms
Or update it a little and have those kind of perspectives
Or become a frog where you can transverse water and sea
Which one would you want to be
And with that I will take my leave
To round up my own