I was happy for a while.

I was happy for a while.

I could venture to the land of make believe,

Where everything is real to you... but not to me,

 I could stay there for a while and forget anything I knew.

People here know their neighbors and loved each other more as they grew.

Here things were peaceful and people spoke in a pleasant tone.

Once I stepped out of this perfect small bubble I was just another drone.

So lived this fantasy,

I saw a smiling sun wearing black glasses looking over people holding hands.

Families respect one another, each cheering with love in the home team’s stands.

People have a happy sort of way of greeting you everyday as if they care.

There were times that nothing in the world mattered when I was there.

It seemed like they had built themselves the perfect community.

No crime, no hate, no poverty, no problems… they had built up a complete immunity.

All things eventually faded for me though,

The place where nothing but beauty and prosperity came from reminded me of grief.

There were things above this place that I couldn’t see that lied underneath.

It was a perfect shelter where if you played your cards right,

Your kid came out ignorant to the day and blind as night.

Towards the end of my days there I felt so distant and far apart.

I’m not sure if it was the illusion of loosing Eden or my blackened heart.

But I’ll move forward,

I can look back on leaving that place for the last time, eyes filled with tears.

I can wake up tomorrow morning, I’ll know I’ve got nothing to lose, no fears.

This is what dreams are for, because I have the power to revisit anywhere I wish.

In the mornings I forget, a lifetime in a grain of sand, a flash and nothing but anguish.

This is not who I’ll stay, but while in my transition period what can I do?

I guess things could be worse; I might never have met you.