In the crucible of self, "I" is forged,
A double-edged sword, where boundaries are stored.
A shield to protect, yet a wall to confine,
Ego's paradox, where growth and isolation entwine.

Higher the capability, higher the ego's might,
Boundaries sharpen, yet isolation takes flight.
Beware the time thieves, with shallow, seeking praise,
For in their emptiness, your energy is razed.