Ego

The existence of the ego is the reason for to be,

I know it from those books of ancient wisdom,

But to find it by your own should be harder, maybe,

'cos this means to truly understand your mental kingdom

of thoughts and emotions, that made your mind,

And elevate yourself to the human level,

This being a place in the realm of senses

That isn't good, but neither evil,

Just one small step into one of the Universes

Where your existence reaches a land

Opened to new worldly experiences,

And helps your mind in becoming pure gold.

Still, could be desirable that, discovering your conscience,

To behave yourself in a selfish way, blindly following your wishes,

Like an animal which wants just to conquer pleasures,

Ignoring in this manner your very own essence?

Isn't a poetical question what I said

Because humans use to listen only their holy-damn ego,

Becoming more dangerous than the animals of prey, I am afraid,

Knowing that our minds were given to us for a noble purpose, it's good to see,

And not for a transitory earthly satisfaction we were meant to be.