The Price of Joy
My skin unbroken smooth unlined for years
Without deep emotions no deep traces so life was without blemish but without passion
Seemed like a mirage and a miracle
But this served me well - Until you
Now I laugh ...I smile... I think and I dream
And as all this happens - I change and grow
And the mask once flawless now shows the remnants of the day
I worry - if I feel too much and it shows too much it will damage me to the point of you passing me by ...
So in this Escher drawing of emotion I cannot escape the inevitable - my joy will forever change my facade - and I pray you will remain and continue to change me
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