Hopes for happiness

Hopes for happiness.



Out of sight, out of mind.
This world seems to be
no where for me.
Can I find paradise
among the stars,
or in a folder on the street?

Where will home be?
A place to fit in,
somewhere I feel comfort.
No need for fancy restaurants.
No need for a soft place to sleep.
On the cold floor
I will be in contact
with the sins I have left behind.

A beautiful sunrise
upon the green hills.
The warming sun
makes me able to walk,
without a cover,
without masking.
They know who I am.
Accepting me for me.

As the night falls,
I will ride along the oceanside,
to meet the sun collapse
against the border,
where ocean and sky melt together.
This is where I want to be.

This imagination of aesthetics
fills me with hope,
and keeps me moving on.
So much for tragedy.
As long as,
I have beauty within my reach,
I wont let go.

Whenever they blindfold me,
I will fantasize the darkness away.
No more medicine,
I am strong enough alone.
Nothing can keep me down
for the beauty is among us.



Thoughtless. April 2007.