Open the door, and what do I see?
Look behind the curtain and not a person in sight.
Reach in the jar, empty as can be
No call, no text, no mail of any sort.
...
The pulling on my heart comes from the words in my mind
These words come from the master who has practiced them over and over again
One word one tug one emotion that flows
An audience to watch the show
...
Houdini
Open the door, and what do I see?
Look behind the curtain and not a person in sight.
Reach in the jar, empty as can be
No call, no text, no mail of any sort.
Stumble as I walk down the alley way.
Dazed as can be and what do I finally see,
my imagination, their it goes again playing tricks on me.
I pull these thoughts out of my head.
Fill up this jar with whatever I want.
Smash my thoughts to see which is strong enough to survive.
I see my heart on the floor crawling to find its matching piece.
What/who is out there to help complete the true me?