Very frustrating.

Very frustrating.

A lasting temptation

Know nothing

Do less

Fear exposure

More than life

There is no weight in this

Old windbag

Lighter than air

Blown away

By the merest breeze

Gossamer thin

Barely solid

Slipping into

Transparency

It is so easy to see

Through

The bluff and bluster

Words are cheapened

When scattered

Thoughtlessly

Thrown mindfully

Confetti

Is more than

A sprinkle of gold dust

It is a twinkle

In the eye of a child

Face pressed

Against a window

Lost

In a moment of wonder

At the sight of a man

Dressed up

In a red suit

Pretending to be Santa

How will I know

What to say

If someone asks

What I believe

When I am lost

Between not knowing

And what to do.