The Right Ones

I know

Well

Actually

I really don’t

I thought I did

For a while

I had myself convinced

Up my sleeve I hid the answers

So when someone would ask

Or plead

Or cry

Or jeer

Or lie

Or-

Well let me just say that with my index finger and thumb

Up my sleeve

I was capable of conjuring

Yes, the answers their hopeful eyes sought from me

Those answers

The right answers

They would be resting calmly in the palm of my hand

In front of their eyes