When I sit, contemplating
my navel, and I see,
really see my being, trying
to escape the trap of ego,
I smile, and conclude.
The end is nigh,
for you my aged old nemesis.
Had I not felt,
uneasy at times, knowing peace,
I would still be your slave.
Now I know where you are,
I will find you, and I will
end it, your strangle hold.
The end is nigh,
for you, big fat headed ego.
As the light came,
a weight began to be, set free.
Shackles and rusted bonds,
broken and shattered the cage
that held, old me.
The end is nigh,
for you, my ego slave master.
I had been locked,
trapped beneath your awesome might.
But love came to release me,
keep me warm, settled into hope,
you lose, I know you.
The end is nigh,
for you, you own me no more..!!
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