May be ....

Maybe the ego in us,
Garboil us and
leave us,
With no choice,
to live like strangers passing by.

Maybe we all know,
what is for 'once'
and
what is to 'repeat',
that turmoils our time.

Then what about life?
well life goes on.
nobody waits for any one,
you have to be your own remedy,
and less needy.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Well penned!
The last line is deep, I love it and believe those words
completely:) Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Dear Aurth,]

Am happy you felt the same what I did ....