Happy=Hope+Time

I have never accepted happiness as a friend.

Yet sadness never has an end.

I want it to be so different around here.

Time changes my memories over a long year.

Of times that were and times that have been.

They left me longing for a time of happiness times ten,

Or what it was that made me happy.

While movies give reminders of those so sappy.

What is it we are really wanting?

And why is it always so haunting?

With every fiber of my being, 

I just want to see what is worth seeing.

Please believe when I say

that I know it will not always be this way.

But when I don’t do, I want more.

 and when I do it, I am left with what for.

Time slowly passes as I patiently wait

But how long will it be until I meet fate?

All I can do is hope that the day will come

When life is equal to my equations sum.

And the walls that I have built

come crashing down from their infinite tilt.

Where there is a time I can truly believe

in the trust that was so charmingly achieved.

When there is a time I can be just me

And truly be factually happy.

Only time will tell 

In a life of broken hell.

And as I look up at the frozen sky

My heart is reminded to never be shy

To love what I can and never regret

And to never been in life’s debt.

Life is not all about the numbers

But about words said even when in slumbers.

Picture compliments from Verena Seufert’s Take on a New Study

 

 

 

 

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