Who we are
is not how we appear.
These traits we look at
are only wrapping paper
of infinite choice for us.
From wild and gaudy design,
to colors in floral, plaid, unboisterous
dots and stripes and foil, thick and thin,
these looks we choose to be in.
Next time we look at another
or our eyes in a mirror, imagine
the wrapper falls away and lets us see
‘energy,’ the real you and me.
The wrapper is ego -- label name,
We are the song of no finality,
and our song one hot flame.