Me Me and Me

Me. Me. Me.

Here goes a day of "me"

Me me me

Spent another week for "me"

Me me me

It was another year of "Me".

Me me me

Here. This is just another life of me me me

What is so special about me?

That all my life is about me.

My self was disgusted by  Me.

I wanted to get rid of my me me life

I confess I have not tried hard enough

But can I live a life that is not for me.

Can there be a life of me which is not for me?

Is there an escape from self.

The all-consuming self.

To find an answer to this riddle

I went and knocked on the door of wisdom.

It asked

Who is there?

I said: “it’s me”

Wisdom replied

First there is no me.

There is only “I”

Second there is no room for “me” in this house

I asked why

Wisdom asked

Is it “I” that is asking or is it “me”

I said “me” is “I” and “I” is “me”

Wisdom said

Alas there is not hope for someone for whom “I” becomes “me”

Only when “I” is more than just “me” that there is hope

Go away for there is no wisdom in you for me

Saddened I returned to my life of

Me me me

Hoping to find a self without me

But who has the time to think

My life is lived

By

Me Me Me


w: Q M Cheema