Magician of Misdirection

To know what direction I'm going
and still be loss
is like watching a magician
in a life that I have chosen,

Everyday when I awaken
and plot my days direction
by its end
I've lost my navigation,

Willingly I submit
to the course and new direction
understanding that this was not
my true and hearts destination,

I realize that I am lost
because without direction
I know not where to turn
and life becomes an abbreviation,

No matter how big my dreams
their all inside a vault
looking for the key
has put my life on halt,

I've taken to surrender
living life deferred
wondering where its gone
the life that i transfered,

Searching through my rooms
that are filled with misdirection's
Am I a magician?
of my own calculations

Happiness comes to me
not with smoke and mirrors
but in the outcome that was generated
in all my expectation

So I danced like an idiot
looking for my place
and just like a magician
it had never left its space.