How am I still lost in the mirage
Of memories that do not belong to me?
What if the best of me is true?
Is it the glitter of the mirage that cuts through the optimism?
Is it cutting at my optic nerves?
Or is it just distracting?
All of this to say,
the thoughts don’t need to disappear
Just take a back seat
In a slinky car.
Over the years, the distance will grow
Snapping back from time to time,
And, yes, it burns
But I promise,
You do too,
Hotter than that boiling water.
I will do anything for you to succeed,
Even though it might mean
watching you trip on your slinky from time to time
Sit out your pain,
like the hostage you are right now.
Act like the best is true,
Even when it isn’t
Arrest the hostage taker
Tie him up with that slinky
And the mirage will fade:
Fog against sunbeams