When our lives become part of memory
the world around our eyes is lovely
we can picture that peace so easily
having taken a deep breath of worry.
In a meditative state we lumber on
always in the hope our lives become
the essence of normalcy in a welcome
facade that later on in love is looked upon
to shadow the pain around our ignorance,
speak to the ills that weigh us down,
in a glance in eyes we see perpetual frown,
yet in a sunlit atmosphere do we chance
In the peace of having love, knowing passion
might we always see a blessed truth in session.