Alone, when I was
Egocentrism won
And my pride ruled
Ruining the good.
A turnover of life
Made me realise
Life is not just exercise
But a combination of tries.
A little of you
And a pour of me
Blend a dough great
Baking cake magnificent.
A new is born
Losing one's own selves
Restructuring new selves
Nurturing heaven's believes.
Ego drives, no so wise
Combo hives, sustains even the disguise.
AD13022021
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