Raw red scars
On porcelain cheeks
Drenched with watery emotion

          Reminders
          That I am still weak
          Despite my mirthful commotion

Tear soaked hills
Give way under foot
Drag me to the end of the slope

          Days sleeping
          All nights yearned away
          Proverbial words offer hope

Dreams are bliss
If you have the mind
Inhabit 'fore they fall to naught

          All sorrows
          Are cost to the years
          Long spent frolicking without thought