In Defense of the Ego

As deep as the roots grow, the most
Fundamental order.
Life is narcissism. So is love.

Foundation, my castle,
It drives me up the spiral
Through a life of interactions I
Manipulate and love.

I know you all are castles too,
Despite your proud delusions.

Ignore it, hide it, paint it gold,
And smile and love because it's gone, then
Watch it burn a pyre in your soul.

The End

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