Ego Train

crammed to over-flowing

your ego-filled boxcar

rocks along rails to nowhere

fueled by a narcissistic maw,

devouring the conversation,

spewing black clouds of I - I - I

the pounding clang and clack

numbing the senses, silencing the

still, small voice whispering

humble yourself

so that one day

you may be exalted

Do you not see the faces of those you call friend? The knowing glances, the shifting seats, attempts to change the topic? The drifting away as you draw near?

Or maybe you do, but

are helpless to change course

needing to be MORE - MORE - MORE

on a desperate journey to validate your existence because,

no one else does?