Miss Direction

The stars always shine but we must turn from the sun to see them. I existed not knowing - misdirection’s patsy - I couldn't spot the bluff. Empty looking seas are full of trash and spring waters are full of plastic. I thought I had measured and understood you but nothing’s what it seems Seduced by illusions, I couldn’t wait to see you - now I hardly think of you. You're a childhood lesson, a chalkboard memory, erased and forgotten.