the mystics and the gypsies
that run around the courtyard
sing spells, and wish you a good day
while you walk to the grocery store,
and their mysticism lingers within you
for a while.
the day will come when you
recall the way they prayed and
understand
the meaning of humanity.
but once you acknowledge mankind,
you lose the wonder
that once housed itself
inside of you.
you start to realize
the things you've been
longing for,
don't matter at all.
you start to pray for something
(or someone)
that isn't there,
and when you stop
the gypsies hold you in their arms
with kind wishes once again.
oh, to be oblivious.
