Magician’s Trick

I look for an anomaly in this grandiose I call my life

And seek for new wonders in a well-rehearsed pattern

The clock hears the never ending mundanity

The simplicity behind the red little dots

I look for another oddity in a person afraid of change

And I see nothing but the minimalism it weaves and leaves

The calendar grows old and the months and days melt away

But the peculiar change never seems to cease

I look for new magic tricks from the same magician and trickster

But the cards fly away in the same old, same old way as it did

The watch’s arms move in a synchronized abnormality

Seemingly in time with the passing mistakes and faults

I look for another simplicity, another mundanity

When all I seem to find is a bumbling mess of sins

The timer turns back and the sand falls faster than ever

Calling to it a mystery, an anomaly that no one seems to find

I look for the magician’s hat that flew in the night

The rabbits a show of innocence amidst the air of conspiracy

And when the roses and thorns remind me of what I’ve lost

The tears and salt will talk for the inordinate conformity