...

it's not just a sweet desire,
but an earnest longing ...

the end is nigh,
happiness willing ...

but the mind fails to decipher,
this, that and the other ...

happiness sails by,
a fleeting memory,

a kindling,
a possibility,

a possibile reality,
now a distant dream ...

just one,
one, none the less ...

...

swaying to the lyrics of my tears,
(the lie that awaits reason,)
'bout what was to be,
but not anymore,
I surrender.

'tis not a dream.

'twas.