It’s Called Ego
Exists as imagination gone wild
Has no form, its mortally styled.
Fear or pride triggers its effect
Falsified natural mans intellect
Yet, it can reach up into the sky
Curb our appetites, when we try
Making us feel sick until we cry
Dear Lord please let us not die!
For our ego is on a death road
Shaping us twisted and bowed
Keeping us from knowing truth
The way we act is a sure proof
Thinking were better so sadly
Treating our fellows very badly
Is it possible we will ever learn
Love of fellows, non ego yearn
Yancy Lee Dalton is a published writer from Colorado.