You don't hurt people with a 'No'
You hurt them with a 'Maybe'
When you know the answer
Is 'No'

A yellow dandelion flew across my face,
and it made me smile.
You, my love, walked towards me,
and it made me love.

I'll walk with you
to the road's very end
we'll speak just once more
nothing beyond then.

I'll not look at your eyes
to your direction I won't bend
I know you will look far away
our thoughts would find no common land.

I'll shut my heart of long ago
no words to it would I lend
what yours would choose
are all your own--only you would understand.

I'll turn back a different man
at that road's very, very end
promise, oh promise you won't hold my hand
none of us should  have any reason to repent

I know you feel you’re drowning
You’re lost in your own head
You’re a prisoner to your consciousness
Every breath is filled with dread
I know you feel it’s over
You’re fighting like you’ve lost
I know you waged the war
Without knowing the cost

You tell me all these words
To describe the mess inside
The monsters that devour you
The ways you try to hide
I don’t know how this ends
I won’t lie to earn your trust
But I do know this one truth
Even monsters turn to dust

I am a contagious smile
I am always happy
I am a tender heart
I am a caring soul
I am oh so confident
I am always in control
I am…
More than you see…
I am scared
I am alone
I am doubting
I am unsure
I am waiting…
For you to reach in,
Hold my hand…
Touch my face…
Tell me it's going to be okay
Let me know I'm not alone…
That you care,
That I'm wanted…
I belong…
I have so many questions,
So many fears…
But you don't see that,
You don't see me…
Because,
I am a contagious smile

The moon’s still high In the dawning sky
And the streetlights cut the gloom.
I go for a walk and a mental talk
That sweeps my mind like a broom.

The desert air, to which none can compare
Banishes all thoughts of doom
I walk the street to an eager beat
Like a Bride on the way to her Groom.
ljm

Love and confusion confounding the illusion of trust in a systematic regime which they deny ever existed but constantly promise to improve upon. The hat's shape and color may change, but our inability to exchange their deranged platforms for a stabler form of expression exposes our disillusion with dispossession and our embracing being complacent in the face of our rulers' all-encompassing corruption.