If I told you what slices back and forth through my brain,
you probably wouldn't change a thing.
You'd smile and feign at the thought that I think
and thought of us building that bond.
I couldn't care less about the way you are dressed;
the rays of light lick past your eyes.
A sweet smile spreads 'cross my mask. I am not vexed;
just taking a break from the test.
A photo of heaven, held by my fingers,
gives me window into what could have been.
There's a thing about wishing: it kind of spoils living.
Bliss is best when its ignorance-based.
Take heed my young sailor. Your plight isn't failure.
We all live on into the great unknown...