Me.

It is not the surface--
but the depth of the soul--
as deep as it allows you to submerge.

The deepness troubles you--
because it confuses you--
and it irritates you.

It is not what it seems--
you finally thought.

It is just the surface--
and not the deepness of the depth of the soul.

It is not me--
but it is what I want you to see--
and believe to be me.

The magic

Are these how things actually are?
Did I miss something?
Did I not get the memo?
Or did I actually got everything wrong?

Just one touch and everything goes away?
Just one word and the magic is gone?
Has the mystery been uncovered?
Is it not worth it anymore?