Gazing at the window,
its written in the sky
trying to escape from the past
Ego is in my way, as it is drawing
my thoughts to reality..
Ego, a zone with limited possibilities where one has
no limit as the sky is the limit,
Each time l m alone&silent,
my mind goes on a trip as Ego
tries to fill the emptyness inside
the heart, but in the end it opens
the chapters l dont want to read
trying to move away from the past but it pulls me back,
l try by all means to avoid the ego so close in my position l have no choice but to let the position fall,
as the ego goes with my position away,
Ego my imaginery friend, who takes me to the dreams l want to achieve, inducing me with self esteem,
each time l m silent alone in my world, l try to avoid falling into ego, l have succumbed to this zone, as long l m awake the thoughts wil be wide open like a parachute that works when it is opened, l cant escape my ego
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
While you question your ego, do not worry. He will be under control. Good poet, very good.