So busy this mind
employed to dart endlessly
from one memory and illusion
to another.
It keeps you spellbound
with its deft movements,
like a magician captivating you
with his show.
After the show you return home
but mind is allowed to still play,
this puppeteer of your attention.
There is nothing there, dear one.
The empty images are hiding you
from yourself.
The play can continue
but you can smile
at the secret revealed,
and rise to leave
this viewer's chair empty.