Ego dances atop of your head,like a crown,
He heard it often..
And laugh was all he could do..
Of course he has ego..
To stand straight,he has to find the self he is,again and again..
Words,does it matter?
Love,does it matter?
Every moment we live in a sinking world,
Every moment we are pulled inside the bottomless pit,
To stand up,facing the whirling pull,
He has to grow each moment..
He is the enemy he has to face..
He is the dance of endlessness,
Yet he is life..
Of course he has to wear the crown of ego..
And smile,even when he does not even wish to breath..
Afterall he is a maniac..
The egoistic ruthless maniac..
