Now you see me
Now you don't

I am a shadow's brother
A caster's Illusion
A magician's slight of hand
An imposter's facade

A theif's mask
A soldier's stealth
An infultraitor's silence
A clever pawn

You can't run
You can't hide
Now you see me
Now you don't

When I speak of time in the true form
I speak of those moments that we all face

The moment when you wait for the screen to ignite in life
The moment when you watch the loading percentage increase
The moment of silence between the songs
The seconds left between the turn in the page

Those times you may assume thoughtless
Or without meaning

The mere minute left standing in the elevator
The stall before sleep takes a proper hold
The pause between sentences
The pause in words as breath interrupts it

These are the moments I speak of
The seemingly mindless moments
On their own seem weak
But over a lifetime
Become the moments
That you were alive
Don't take for granted the time given
When the time given is not concious
To the mind of the foolish

I'm going to ask myself a question
I can do that, you know
Alright, here we go
What is happiness?

Oh well, let me think about that one
Happiness is...
Ah, I know!

Happiness is you and me
Happiness is being free
Happiness is a summer breeze
Happiness is the sun through the leaves

Happiness is ice cream cone and tater tots
Happiness is daffodils and forget-me-nots
Happiness is a well aged book
Happiness is every picture took

Happiness is how we cope
Happiness is how we fight
Happiness is an eternal strength
Happiness is what is right

In short,
Happiness is you

I forgot to see
I forgot to speak
I forgot to think
I forgot to breathe
I forgot to listen
I forgot to wake up
I forgot to live
I forgot to forget
And that is what kills me

I am an old soul
Trapped in a youthful body

I am of unsound mind
In a world built on sanity

My mind yearns for truth
In a society of lies

I long for shadows
In the exposed light

I search for love
In whirlpools of deception

I am a strong body
Stitched together with weakness

I find comfort
In unsettling rains

I seek sanctity
In the midst of danger

I am a failure
Hiding behind my successes

I am a bundle
Of courage and cowardice

I am an old soul
Trapped in a youthful soul

I am human
But I am not

Those who are the most compliant
Are most often
The ones with the strongest defiance
Lying beneath the surface

You speak of duty
Of a mission as sacred as any soldier
We must obey
Resistance is for naught

But we have reason
Though we may not have rhyme
The ability to lead
And the ability to die

It is not cruel
If it is at the hand of authority
Not if the person is
As worthy as their voiceless deeds

Why do you weep only in the solitude of night?
Why do you recoil from touch?
Why do you cherish each wound as a keepsake?
Why do you serve each scar as a slave?
Why do you fight friend but not foe?
Why do you speak only to those who do not wish to hear your words?
Why do you wander so far from what leads you?
Why do you keep close only those who wish you dead?
Why do you never rise after the fall?