dear happiness

oh where'd you go,

dear happiness?

sunk as far into the present as possible,

to feel the weight lift is regretted

as one knows the build up ill flow

face smiles,

people forget,

front lines charge forward

each body sell will cringe

and dance with emotions of a country.

lungs fill, heart stops, feet drop,

sounds soften as passion is forgotten,

why bother with relationships,

the one true importance of life,

so easily lost, broken,

but never forgotten.

old names, new crazes.

why is it we know more about hollywood

than we do our neighbours

soft sighs, night skyes, bird crys,
drifting throught the motions,

awake when we sleep,

why is it always of you that I dream.

-by bessie byrne