Why Shall I Let the Ego...
Why shall I let the ego to question my wisdom?
When the ego is no more than a sad fabrication,
imposed on every man to blindfold the freedom
of wonderful mind shackled to perception?
Try to kill the ego and there is nothing to bereave.
'Cause the ego is a primitive way of thinking,
made up of ideas we've been pushed to believe
preset by the agonizing fear of existing.
Within the ego we plant our limitations.
And continue to believe that we've been uncompleted.
I would gladly suggest to reverse the perception
of a delusional world where reality's been defeated.
-There is a lot of universe outside this delusion!
And the eternal flux of wandering wonders,
while waiting for us, disregards the blunders
of a wonderful mind's innocent confusion.
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