“The Art of Detachment”
“The Art of Detachment”
In one moment I’m attached so tight, My heart swells with love and delight. But then it all can change so quick, And in a flash my heart turns sick. I become detached with ease, My emotions put at arm’s length, please. I may seem heartless, cold and aloof, But it’s just a guise to hide the truth. The pain of attachment is too great, So I cut myself loose with hate. It’s not that I don’t feel or care, I just cannot handle the despair. So I become a master of detachment, To spare myself any more heartache and lament. It may seem cruel, it may seem wrong, But it’s the only way I can stay strong.