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
all that you’ve created is
a variation on a theme
an imitation of a melody

remind him that
at any given moment
there is someone
in a room alone with
a head full of shadows
untouched by the light
between the blinds who
could really use one more
good song about the sun