Some answers just never fit us right
Rambling in circles of a broken mind
The truth itself, can seem all to dark
And sometimes we must close our eyes
Cause we can’t stand nor stare it in the face
It’s bad enough, feeling so misplaced
I’d much rather hang my head, what can I say?
Tell me, where does the magic itself go to,
Once we notice that it has slipped away?
Tell me, how do you ever find it once again,
After you’ve already done, lost your way?
It’s not like a diamond you happen to find
Casually on your way sparkling in daylight
Or is it lost forever, like love to … finders’ keepers?
Poet of the Light © 2021