so many things we take for granted
so many things that we use every day

coat hangars
socks
shoe soles

so many things we need

pain killers
eye glasses
usb drives

so many things...

love
affection
compassion

and yet, we lose these things so often.

Are you content?

Is this what you want?

Sure it is.

You say that you're satisfied

But I look in your eyes,

And I know you yearn for more.

If only I was enough for you.

happy days and happy thoughts,
what a time to be alive,
to swim to play to jump
and to say i love you all the while.

cant you see, that its you and me,
against the world tonight,
but no matter where i look, or hide,
i know youll be by my side.

oh happy days oh happy days,
wishing for this all to stay,
in rain or shine, wet or dry,
i know we have our troubles and,
im sorry that i make you cry,

i loved you then, i love you now,
so everythings going to be alright.

Come lay here with me.
Under the shade of the sycamore tree.
Always and forever, shall we be free.
Under no restraint from them.

The way that the clouds shine from above,
as if they had not enough,
rain to hold onto and save for the day,
when the ground becomes thirsty tomorrow.

So sing, I say, unto you,
Sing for the life that you lead.
It matter not, what you do with yourself,
as long as you can say that you lived.

Come and stay with me here,
Over the river's treacherous fears,
Always and forever, shall we be free,
A bridge gaps both of our souls.

So sing, I say, sing for you.
Not for anyone else,
to tell you what to do.

For this road that you lead,
and this life you decide,
is only created.
By your soul inside.

Tears fall,
as heaven cries,
Tears fall,
as i crawl through these trials,

at times i feel worthless,
a senseless redemption.

the temptation of this sensation,
creation from contamination,
and there is no concern for sanitation,
until those who accuse, are accused,
powers abused.

witches.
excuses used.

through this futile feud.

and its hopeless.

i walk across the tight rope,
not looking down as i sway,
for i know,
that the show will end,
if i ever look away,

i can see my goal,
its clear to me,
that it's no different.
than those who keep quiet,
and those who are vociferate.

because in the end we are all walking this tight rope.
hoping every day we don't fall,

or maybe you're someone who doesn't want to stay,
who want's to sway,
every day,
you carry this burden

walking across the tight rope.

you carry it all on the weight of your shoulders and you feel your legs about to break from underneath you.

but you're still here.
you stayed.

shouldn't that count for something?
anything at all?

keep walking this tight rope.
trust me, it's better than the fall.

because if you fell from the tight rope,
than those around you would sway,
as the ropes balance began to displace,
since you've fallen away.

there's a balance.

just keep walking the tight rope.
and continue walking the slippery *****.

Because it's not how fast you get there that makes you special.
It's how many people you can amaze with your talent.
And if you can't walk tight ropes then try juggling.
It's okay if you find yourself struggling.

Tight ropes aren't easy.
Neither is living life.

But we keep going despite,
always thinking twice.

So keep walking the tight rope, do it for me friend.
And one day you'll see it, you'll make it to end.

The words we share are not of those,
That we consider love.
For what can we see, with this prose,
is not that high above.

As to such, as you may say,
Sadness bears no lie.
For what it can, is try to sway.
The way in which we die.

So look not, on other things.
For the bluebird sings.
As they fly into the sky,
Not knowing anything.

The tears we weep, was it worth it all?
When spring turns into fall.
The flowers bloom, then wither away.
But we do not.
We choose to stay.

And stand up to those feelings.
Those we find appealing.
Joy. Pleasure. Love. Hate. Sadness. Pain. Pain.

and we don't move.
We choose to stay.
Never moving for anyone.
Again.