Beautiful Worlds

Sometimes I ponder about what will come next.

When will my life turn when it seems to stall?

When isthe next time I will smile again?

And how will I get up?

Should I fall?

Hapiness filles me with a touch of sadness. By that I mean I know it can't last. Beauty decays. Laughter subsides.

When will the stone cast?

Tragedy can be measured by the amount of happiness taken away. Elusion is our only protection. As we fall victim to its prey. So, when I've reached a fork in life's road and the choices are many of few. I follow the one that leads away from misfortunes. That's all i can really do.

When life is good,

I hold it in my hands.

I close my eyes and I breath it in.