it is almost like what i had before
the hanging out, the endless talking,
listening.
but the same stress, complaints, expectations, even understandings.
these precious are god-send
gloomy their life may seem
they see a bigger picture than me
i adore them
the meaning of "to be happy"
may be them.
the drive sees different passion
different anticipation
faces younger
yet fallen deeper
the lines are winding
the sorrow being sang
as a happy tune
i love thee.
reader k | 4/15/2005 12:46:00 AM |
