EGO
On our stream of
consciousness,
There is a
babbling voice;
We identify it
with our Selves,
To
guide us in our choice.
The ego may have
its place,
In worldly type
affairs;
But it really is
illusion,
That makes us
think its there.
By its very
nature,
It makes us all
grow vain;
Inflates us with
self conceit,
And
puts our hearts in pain.
What is it about
this voice,
That we would
call it ''I" ?
It gets
depressed when we're saddened,
And
happy when we're high.
It is really a
bunch of thoughts,
Joined in such a
way;
The critic of
our psyche,
Who always has
its say.
We must settle
this disturbance,
If we hope to
live in bliss;
When Peace is
found within the quiet,
The ego won't be
missed.