Angst's Claim...

I set out to count,
And the count's the same;
To what does it amount?
A boost to my angst's claim.

Taking free will to be true,
I ask - 'What should I do?'

My ego is positively identified,
From the parade of one;
The correction is rightly unqualified,
My ego is all I must shun.

But, why?
So that I become congenial,
To most who have passed me by?

A grand plan this,
And I can already see it succeed;
Yet, my nous finds it amiss,
As it takes stock of my need.

I need bonhomie,
An intimacy to my grave;
But, once I'm not me,
Who, or what, is it that shall crave?
Whatever I will have become,
Will that still yearn for a dear chum?

I guess not.

Bowing flowers may amuse the sun,
But, don't keep him off the desert;
It's only the vulnerable human,
Who, in another's company, seeks comfort.