I wish it could be happy,
wish I might show you a picture,
wish every day would be the same,
but I discovered it isn’t that way.
I’m told tonight it never was,
all of the imagined fantasy,
the moments of unbridled passion,
were simply a facade, hypocrisy.
I’m standing alone tonight,
afraid of everyone around me.
I let myself take a journey,
and found the bitter end.
Oh to know the magic of happiness
to be able to shed delight
upon every soul our lives encounter
rather the wrath of personal woe.
The expression I carry tonight,
this one, you are imagining,
it is the truth,
my own realization of what once …
what is, what was, what could
forever be this final dignity.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~