A mystery to most
It’s something you can’t explain.
You may spend your days searching
and spend your nights wondering.
For some, understanding is
a fantasy goal and for others,
it’s merely an exciting challenge.
It can change in front of your eyes like a boy becomes a man—
silent, subtle, but a powerful change
and as the story is composed,
our eyes grow wide as we are exposed
to such a deep frustration that is constantly buzzing
like a dull ache in his heart.
As you begin to realize the reality of these foreign views,
like a robot feeling heartbreak for the first time,
like the new “giver” suddenly learns pain of the past,
you may hide, but it doesn’t disappear.
The opening of your mind drives you closer
and the closeness drives you crazy.
Knowing is loving, but loving is worrying.
Sleep does not exist because your mind
is always running like an athlete for the trophy
but you know there is no prize because there is no ending.
You can never win.
It’s easier for us to close our minds,
so dealing becomes a routine.
We close our minds, we open,
close and pretend nothing is real,
open and begin to race towards knowledge
and never, whether open or closed, NEVER cease to worry.
He wants to share his thoughts,
but hates to share his pain.
Alter our minds so we’ll open our minds
and speak to us
as we try to grasp
“our lifestyles to sample.”
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