I walk and I think
I sit and I drink
And wonder
What is it like to be happy
I wore my heart on my sleeve
I hid deep away inside
Yet each time it was wrenched
By people
By circumstance
And by me
For inside I feel empty
Though I know my capacity for heart
Though I know my capacity for life
I may not always win
But I seem to have forgotten the feeling
But I’m not sure I always lose
Because I see all around me
And know unhappiness is fleeting
But if so
Then why do I still feel so hollow
So alone, in a world where
There is so much apparent happiness
It seems
Just around the corner
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 3:39 AM UTC
I walk and I think
I sit and I drink
And wonder
What is it like to be happy
I wore my heart on my sleeve
I hid deep away inside
Yet each time it was wrenched
By people
By circumstance
And by me
For inside I feel empty
Though I know my capacity for heart
Though I know my capacity for life
I may not always win
But I seem to have forgotten the feeling
But I’m not sure I always lose
Because I see all around me
And know unhappiness is fleeting
But if so
Then why do I still feel so hollow
So alone, in a world where
There is so much apparent happiness
It seems
Just around the corner