The dark side awaits
The ones who dare
The prisoners of love
The beggars of care
You think you know it
At the slightest hint of despair
But little do you know
Of the horrors there.

The walls speak to me
Through the voices in my head
Should I leave this room
Or am I better off in my bed

Staring at the ceiling
Imagining starry nights
I don't fell sleepy
But my eyes are shut tight

So I talk to them
The voices in my head
I don't need to go out
Because I'm better off in my bed

Winning and Losing
Are moments
Sometimes
Just moments apart

Trying are the times
And try we must
To put in our best efforts

Failures
Lures one, for more trials
And a desire to reach goals
Success

I wander throught the works of art
upon a gorgeous but cool day,
Bewildered by the beauty
(and the price they ask to pay).

Paintings hang in canvas booths
in styles of every kind.
Statues, crafts and metalwork
aesthetically designed

Food and drink and music too
a rousing, festive place.
But oh my friends, the greatest art
was smiles on every face.

So many strangers mingling
with a common goal to share
To wit: a friendly greeting
and goodwill enough to spare.

Indeed, the day was perfect
with weather cool and fine.
But nothing tops a friendly smile
in harmony with mine.