Stop trying to pretend

That you have it all figured out

That your life is flashing

Blinking seems slightly more distant

When you realize nothing changes as

Your lids close

Stop trying to become a superstar

And success measured in the till

For your mirror has cracked and the 

Scattered image reflects your conscious 

far better than your smile

Believe in a future and 

Make the path 

But stop trying to pull along 

The past selves you have been

Trying to burn

The new idea was to 

Convince every body that 

 I could juggle 

Three flaming swords

 and a hippo

All the while

Holding my breath in a tank of 


I do believe this feat is impossible

But I dare not let anyone know

The truth