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By Prize Date: 2001 Dec 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.01.13.11.25003]] |
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I struggle it seems through most all that I do Always choosing the most difficult paths Perhaps one day I'll learn to take it easier Not push so hard for the ideas, the ideals The ones that fill my head with desires Ways to fill my empty wants and needs Happiness comes from within I know that...try to live it... Most of the time even successfully Then you meet someone who possesses the gifts Genuine, kind, intelligent and witty As a most enjoyable bonus...a strong sensuality But alas the pesky intrusions of poor timing Poor planning and poor location infiltrate the dream And you become forced to let go of things For purposes of practicality...sensibility... It hurts the dreamer's heart...the romantic The optimist who thinks all can be overcome No mountain high enough No ocean deep enough...all foolish theories To those who are comfortable with their aloneness And then time passes and you realize that you too Have acquired a little more strength from the experience And the world didn't stop revolving And sun still rose, the sun still set And you made through...alone... So perhaps there is happiness in aloneness after all The dependency limps quietly back to its lair Then finally you are able to remember the beauty That never left at all...the lovely things that were felt Which no one can ever take away And you think of them and smile, despite it all... |