Cynicism is Easy

start small
in manageable ways
maintain eye contact
listen without interruption
sit still
look at the trees
watch the wind firework
the sun-sparked leaves
remember to breathe
remember to breathe
remember to breathe
and when someone says
all of the great books
have already been written
there are no songs left
that haven’t been sung
there is really no point
originality is a myth
all that you’ve created is
a variation on a common theme
a pale ghost of a familiar melody
remind him that at any given moment
there is always someone in a room alone
with a head full of shadows
untouched by the fingers of light between the blinds
who could really use one more good song about the sun