Am I happy?
Yes, I am.
Am I truly happy?
Honestly, no.
The recurring dreams are freaking me out.
The faces I see each night scare me.
Why, do I get these images at night?
Why?
I dont need to ask.
For, the answer is in my heart.
Could I smile?
Yes.
Could I smile and say Im happy.
I cant.
I need to break away from this silly habit.
It's the root cause of my recurring dreams.
I feel like I am lost, lost in a maze.
I could be free, but i refuse to.
Do I like being lost?
Do I like these recurring dreams?
I guess only in dreams, I could be happy.
But, am I avoiding the reality?
Should I continue dreaming?
I, therefore, ask myself,
"What is happiness?"
If I could, I want time to stay still,
For I have no confidence in my future.
The past, is past.
But memories etched to me forever.
