Living becomes an imitation

When the ego’s the arm of creation

Everything becomes big and loud

Life slips away from that crowd

Ego keeps creativity in captivity

It’s lost, in pursuit of daily festivity

Time decides, what’s of value

Until then, there’s much we can do

Awareness creates the space

To rest during the race

The ego wins, when we lose

Freedom, it’s in what we choose

When living in freedom, from the ego

It won’t grow or set the credo

Living is a gift that’s original

In moments, it comes as a miracle