neglected (moracle of delphi)

introspection fails to screen
the architecture of that dream
you call “your self living your life”
the “reality” for which you strive

you cannot leave your selfish cheer
because its cause is still unclear
you cannot see what isn't there
as long as you trust in your spare ...

and 'though your ego is a mess
your conscious thoughts they do confess
you keep your concept of a soul
not doubting who is in control

but who is sitting on the throne?
while your weird ego stays unknown
and lost in deep unminded slots
just hidden by grown blinding spots

built out of concepts, words, and schemes
that wrap your shade in views that seem
reliably plausibly yours
perfectly freed from self remorse

besides these weird lines written here
in front of you and speaking clear
to you of your neglected fakes
but your ignoring is a plague
at least reflecting
         how this “truth”
                  should ache?