Sitting in a dusky back room of life, looking about,
noticing the incessant outlook of people's ego's
covering up the beauty of each of their lives.
Wondering how a person develops such a huge ego that
blocks out everything else around them and during
their whole life.
Missing out on friendships, relationships and many
offerings of intellect from another, being solitary
and alone, not knowing why.
Continuing to look in one direction only - that being
inward where they oftentimes live in a false pride
caused by their very own egos.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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