Vacant

The inner’s rarely vacant

Ego is a loyal tenant

The mind is our house

When let out, we can’t renounce

It’s a shared life we live

Some take, and others give

In the business of occupancy

The ego figures prominently

The owner is long forgotten

Mind’s overrun by the begotten

Thoughts, ego’s sons and daughters

They extend the mind’s borders

Time eventually claims ownership

Every moment, tightening its grip

When the ego leaves, the mind’s vacant

Filled with awareness, it becomes fragrant