Me-my mine

Deep in the me-my
Mine lurks the
Selfish soul,
Prowling in the darkness
With a nocturnal pride
Of self-focused self-seekers,
Stumbling into one another
With sharp elbows, vainly
Looking down long, long
Pointy noses into the dark
Mirror of the ego. Ergo
Life here is death here
And growth here is stilted,
Bent and troubled,
And peace and love
Are words imagined,
Because to live them would
Require the death of me –
My ego – down there deep
In the me-my mine.