What is it?

All these things are just hobbies, really. 
Illusions of glory~
Wanting something that doesn't matter when no one is there to maybe pat
you on the back.
A baby~

What about you?
Tell me about yourself, anything.
So excited just to receive a text message from you.
Anyone can agree..

Spin in a circle until nothing makes sense anymore.
A finger nail~ crescent moon snapped away from time.
It balances on a pebble, heavier than a feather-
none the less- it bows to wind today.

Plow the brilliant glow of orange~
Savor the drip from your brow to brown below.
It's gone~ everything is. 
Get away, far away from this awful smile.
For it's only a trap-
A mirage of happiness that ends all days.
Without you, there's only this dust.

So what is it?
A folded ear from a rabbit passing, and there in that instant
was a glimpse of something... what is it?
What is it!
Don't say food~
Is it the bullet on the white board- a pill that you want to
take... light it's powder to send all dreams assunder?
What is it?  snipping the hair is not enough, nor losing for
another chance to know and learn a terrible humble fumble... no!

Tomorrow will be fine, and that conversation with happiness
will fade into an insignificant pond which will rise into everything..
What was it?