the Won that got away

In the theater of minds,
where humans roam free,
Resides the ego,
that enigmatic decree.

A veil of pride,
both fragile and grand,
A complex creation,
shaped by life's hand.

It puffs its chest in moments of might,
Yet crumbles swiftly in the absence of light.
A delicate balance on a precarious throne,
Ego, the seed where self-importance is sown.

In whispers,
it tells tales of glorious lore,
Inflating ambitions,
wanting more and more.
Yet blinded it becomes,
by its own dazzling glare,
Unaware of the truths it fails to bear.

In ego's embrace,
we find our disguise,
A mask of confidence,
veiling fragile ties.
Yet humbling moments
can pierce through the veil,
Revealing the essence,
so tender and frail.

Oh, ego,
a paradox in the human soul,
Both servant and master,
taking its toll.
In the dance of existence,
it plays its part,
A puzzle piece within the human heart.