Happiness is the next point
After all the gray has fallen
A hopeless body lifted to joy
With many miles behind it
Vanishing lights of illusion
Left in the thickened fog
Memories not easily forgot
Cruel times
Bad times
Fun and sad times
Rest on the oceans shore
Waiting to be relived
Or swept away till next fall
Life’s not a road but a track
Containing cars that can not leave
Perhaps it will give way
But that is not today
Living through the twists and turns
The tunnels of darkness and doom
That is what the meaning is
Moving on
Moving up
Calling the creepers bluff
Life’s not a dance but a march
Everyone falls in line
Some steps swept away
Falling in to disgrace
Trip or mess up and be put in the back
There’s no more of that
A friend
A word
With a life to live
How could they stay put?
No more there sorrow
Forget tomorrow
Stay today
Remember yesterday
We do believed it rain'd
Mumbled
Jumbled
Jabbed
And jaded
Words that meant nothing
Till put together
This might not make since
Nor have any reason
But like many it lives
Steps
Jumps
Leaps
And bounds where taken
Trying to get this out in the open
Now they say it dies
That it ran out of time
But nothing can take away a breath
Well nothing but death
Ropes
Razors
Guns
Water
And awfully high places
All hold the same feelings
The security of death
There arms are open and warm
Inviting places to land
But could not end the sadness
None could steal the pain
Though they try
Lying
Betraying
Tricking
Tormenting
And worst teasing
The taste of something no one knows
The way it feels to fly
How could it ever be
That people pretend to be free
With that seen
With all said
Its time to rest a poet’s sleepy head.