The biggest reason I ever did anything
Was always my ego
Even as a part of me insisted
There must be something bigger
That part, the heart
Had grown strong
Pumping blood to such a big head
So, even though
All I could think of was myself
My heart now had more than enough love
For me, myself, and I
And since
I am not who I think I am
It finally occurred to me
That it wouldn’t matter if
All I could think of was myself
If only I could see for myself
That the other is part of who I am