Absent Is The Mind That Dines On Ego

You are treading on the wrong mill.
And the more I tell you that,
The more you are determine to prove...
You will do what you like,
No matter what you do makes you the fool.

Absent is the mind that dines on ego.

I fed myself until I got fed up.
Finding myself on my back...
Flat and quarantined.

And I've learned to do what I've got to do,
To keep myself alert, healthy and wise.
If I know I should be feeding on encouragement...
Why would I keep craving the taste of doubt?

I have figured that all out!

Absent is the mind that dines on ego

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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