This skin is too tight,
for all the soul wants.
At times I ask,
Is that what the soul wants,
better than what it has?
Or is it just its nature?
The insatiable lust for every unfulfilled wish?
Or is it ego?
Our best friend when we starve it,
our biggest enemy if we let it feast.
Isn’t it the same, the ego, and the soul?
Both find this skin too tight for wear,
everything wants more,
everything wants something else.