How often we think we know people
When we barely know ourselves
Instead of looking within to find answers
We always end up looking someplace else

How often we think we are right
When all that we perceive is an illusion
In the war of words that is an argument
More often than not we come across as delusional

How often we think our feelings are hurt
When its only our ego that is bruised
Emotions run strong and we end up conjuring a farce
Claiming that we have been used

How often we end up behaving
Exactly opposite of the way we wanted to
We justify our actions
Saying there was nothing else we could possibly do

How often we think we know it all
When wisdom we possess hardly at all
How often we boost our already mile high egos
Only to find out later we are never going to get our encores

Life is a puzzle, its a devious game
It isn't something that can be tamed
It should be embraced as it unravels
Only then can we understand it's marvels.