The Art of Misdirection
Next time you notice me revving my brain
before engaging my heart,
hold me close, spin me ‘round, laugh at me, make
me happy instead of smart.
Next time my eyes seem blind to the beauty
surrounding us every day
tickle me, shine a strong light through a prism
to dazzled my darkness away.
Next time the rats start winning the race,
and putting us into a bind,
kiss me quick, dance with me, buy me a cat,
and move the finish line.