ode #27

Reach out for that smile
you always have handy
to elevate your mood
still
your eyes betray you
and you do everything to distract them from looking
You look to busy yourself
from thinking too much
and you pick up the clutter of your room
hoping that you can pick up
the clutter in your life
just like that
silence
you yearn and fear it
it is both a friend and an enemy
keeping your thoughts close
yet turning them against you
'there is more to life than this'
like an incessant itch
you find yourself mouthing these words
like a voice that cannot be heard
Smile, you are happy
or so you keep telling yourself
Collapse into the sunset
they never know what you are thinking
anyway...