where life is complicated or do we think it is
is it less complicated or is there, a secret
something hidden that bubbles and fizzes
ever pushing us into something more to fret
oh yes, there are somewhat, somewhere ties
we can be, after all, our own harshest critics
our faults laid bare, ever dim in our minds, lies
less than forgiving, the constant rhetoric
hoping that no one finds those pieces of faults
to convince ourselves as time passes us by
that one that loves us isn't afar, but near, dear
only to find that the opposite is truthful, maybe
or a charade to pass the time in playful cheer
laughing behind a hand, a fan of weaving lines

forceful as the bright colors of daytime, lit
colorful as the Mardi Gras masked, costumed
shall we dance or perhaps wait, find a chair, sit
look into eyes colored dark within passions room
locked away that secret of yearning, entombed
so careful that no one sees or hears that love
only a friendship shown dressed in platitudes

what is this that has come my way, would betray
a trust grown, tended with such careful care
dressed in fabric strewn with gems, an array
held enthralled, caught in a web, a spider's lair
shattered into splinters, sharp, cutting deeper
the dawning realization that nothing was there
a whimsical notion woven from a conjurer's spell

leaving without a word of consolation, concern
shown in a glance, a word, something to cheer
what is this given cause, how do we never learn
convincing us of what we thought, our worst fear
a shadow now gone, disappearing in the ethereal air
seeking in vain that which we thought was promised
pursuing vagueness, we thought that we could care
where warnings, carefully removed, somehow missed
or is there, more, yet to be revealed in due time
splendid hope that ebbs and flows with the tide
our scattered words spoken without thought to rhyme
carefully tucking thoughts behind our eyes, we hide