I cannot hold you in my hand, and the foundation of your lies are built on sand.
If I extend an open hand, a clenched fist is likely what you’ve planned.
If I give you residence in my mind ,you would have me be unkind
If I bring you to where love exists, you reassure me I should resist.
If I show you where you are mistaken, any semblance of truth is then forsaken.
Ego, I am self aware, that you destroy, my wanting to care.
To not care for others serving only my selfish needs, inside I’m waiting for the power of Love, to intercede.
To destroy you Ego is a daily decision , your Children named anger, envy and spite, fog my vision.
My vision for a state of mind, occupied by Love’s Children, whose thoughts are to listen, understand, and be kind.