retrieving the impossible

If the word maybe was a magic wand

then he could make miracles occur

just by thinking good thoughts,

even change whatever was wrong,

and repair what couldn’t be fixed.

 

Took forever to understand

how his being uplifting

was not the same as being a prophet,

merely imaging the best would happen

didn’t work as a cure

for what could never be.

 

Still in his pocket he kept dreams,

nothing envision didn’t have a chance for life

once you gave it form in your head.

 

Said tt helped to utter

those mantras of optimism

unto a god that your voice made real,

with enough time and concentration

anything could take place.

 

I tried to believe it could be truth,

worked so hard focusing on seeing

all I wanted as a gift and waiting to claim,

did end up with a headache,

but my life stayed the same.

 

Meanwhile my guru

kept reaching for those rainbows

where they didn’t exist,

said he was always happy

and those depression meds were recreation,

too bad he ended up in rehab

before I could find out

how much fun he really was having.