The key to life isn't happiness.
The key to life is the feeling of accomplishment.
If you have accomplishment you find happiness.
If you have happiness you have the key to life.
So in reality,
I guess the key to life is happiness?

Yesterday on the curb
my life ended.
The curb bit me,
the grand master was controlling  it,
controlling the curb.
The horrible curb tried to hurt me,
and succeeded.

The curb wasn't' sorry for what it had done.
It apologized but didn't mean it.
It said it was sorry.
It wasn't sorry.

But guess what, curb?
I have a bulldozer that won't be sorry either.

Dreaming is when you think about how your life could be.
What could happen,
the what 'ifs' of life.

I dream all the time,
I dream because
My life is a dream.

The life I live is full of my dreams.
How could I ask for anything better then that.

The hurt
the frustration
being left
Left for what?
Left forever?
Left for the better good?
The better good of what?
Left

Not just left
abandoned
abandoned on a curb
not just a curb
the curb outside my home
Why is it that I am always being left?
Why is it that I am always being abandoned?

The simplicity of words;
how they are just the alphabet rearranged.
They mean so many different things depending the order.
Some are different though,
some have different shapes and sounds.
Words are a weird concept.
I guess in the end they really aren't simple but more majestic
but not just majestic but overwhelming,
but overwhelming doesn't sound right either.
Words, i don't think there is any way to describe them.
But maybe, just maybe
Breathtaking.

The man blanketed in nervousness
Darting across the faded stripes
Wrapped in second hand clothes
Nothing appealing.
The man envisions future events
Pondering on the choices he will make
Soiled from a hard day’s work

Nothing appealing.

The man clenching the wonders
Smiling when he sees her
Presenting the flowers

Everything appealing.