Suffering for the Theatrical

I look at you

But I don’t see you

I look at myself

And I see you

But don’t realize it

.

My brother once told me

That magic

Was only an absence

Of logic

And so I am trying to kill logic

.

I am trying to do

The impossible

To prove it can be done

If one sacrifices

Everything they know to be true

.

Sometimes I laugh

At what I have tried

To do here

Sometimes I find it funny

How hard I try

.

Sometimes I am surprised

At how easy the lies 

Slip out these days

And at how flexible

The truth is seeming

.

I dont know what to do

And a part of me is crying

As the other is cheering

A part of me is watching

As another part is acting

.

Acting to try 

And prove logic wrong

To create magic

With wishes

And tear filled pleas

.

A network of lies

Is holding up my dreams

And I am scared

And a part of me

Knows something else is there

.

Something else is holding 

Up my dreams

And I hope it is 

The man upstairs

And I feel it is

.

And then I realize

That is illogical

But it is true

And with a start

I realize something

.

My dreams are held up

By magic 

And my lies

Are a product of my fears

And so I have to trust

.

And let go

Of the lies

Relying on magic

And trust in

The man upstairs

.

Because if he doesn’t 

Know what is best for me

Then no one does

And this thought

Comforts my panicking mind

.

As my grip on the tethers

Of my lies weaken

And I let go

And the weak lies evaporate

And with it something else

.

Something I had thought

Had been part of the dream

But right now

It wasn’t

Because I still had what was important

.

Her love