The trick is not to Think
Wish or desire
A rhyme,
Like the wind
Its a gift
A shard of life
In kind
The trick is not to Falter
Nor hesitate to
Đecipher,
The code of white
Illuminating your night
For each has known
The Tone of
Vacant
The Trick I once Thought
Was not to
Feel,
If ever I was cross
A faultless Remedy
To turn the heart off
Yet new deformities are born
When I forgot
how To put it
Back On.
But I see now The Trick
Is one
I have not Discovered
There is no relief
In the arms
Of a lover,
Solace unfound
In books
That cover
The area of scars
Burned into my shell
Along with The things I did to myself
The Trick is a Trick
For when I
Draw
My own face
Shadows
Of illusions
Mimic
My disgrace
But mostly I believe
The trick is not to Think
Or live alone On
wish and desire
For life
Is a gift
We waste
Complaining about
What we think we deserve
And the ways our lives are supposed
To Transpire
And when I did learn
How to control the ride
I traveled the footnotes
Of what the stars
Rewrote
As they only tell us
What we ourselves cannot decide.
