is my beautiful ego

is my beautiful ego

an imperfect nothing?

am i nothing, going nowhere

with nothing?



perfect, Buddha

i can’t hold on to nothing

that’s too loose, man


i was the second newborn

to cry along with baby one

in the maternity ward

and my father smiled


see, i’ve grown smart with self-image

and conceit at my center

i exist because

i believe in meaning

i am someone

going somewhere

with something



even if it’s gilded robes and vanity


imperfect perfection or

perfect imperfection

is my beautiful ego

and i hold on tight


see, Buddha— see?

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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