being left out

Ode to the ego
I shall not want
my importance, inopportune–
the cacophony of such bravado–caustic, brutish
bellows below

Ode to the ego
its endless need for adulation,
years ago, a graduation beyond
the jejune, prosaic, wispy
arrogance of nothing of meaning
and everything
of a sad society of superficial substance

and my heart settles on something
that speaks of more mystery…
and longs to be heard…

now and forevermore…