The ego is always searching
For the next thing it thinks will satisfy;
Having grown weary of its surroundings,
It looks around in hopes of satiating its needs,
Never realizing the joke it is playing
Is only on itself;
Never comprehending that what it craves
Is just more of the same
That in just a little while
will leave it in the exact same place.
Always seeking but never finding,
Always looking but never seeing,
Always perceiving but never knowing
That what it truly wants
Cannot be found in the next best thing,
And that all it ever needed to do
Was nothing
But to look inside.