But Yet... Poem by Aufie Zophy

My ego wants to be better than you
it wants to conquer and always win
it forms a layer on my being
that seems to cover a treasure within

But if we manage there, to make a small hole
then out will come our conscience and soul
as a flower spreading fragrance and beauty
not only for myself but to whoever will meet me

If we manage to maintain the small hole
that allows to come out our marvellous soul
love, beauty will flow and peace we will get;
fragrance and goodness will infinitely spread

It is actually quite simple, but yet...