EGO

Oh, ego

You grab onto words of others

and you tangle them up,

rearranging the syllables

I begin to question what they mean,

skeptical of hidden truths

that may live beneath the words of a friend

I hope to be perceived and cherished for who I am

not how I appear

These thoughts and ideas never occurred to me

So used to being me,

connecting to hearts of many,

I never want to stop myself from it

It is special when it is real

Darrell is humorous, smart, silly, creative, and ambitious

before anything else

I hope that once one hears me

they will no longer see what they thought they saw

and will see…me—or hear

Maybe the voice is the truest aspect of one’s existence

Sweet, sweet Darrell

An ocean lives in your voice

It rolls forth, unwinding in bundles