The pain that hits my head and the blur embracing my eyes
Are no more then tiny scars from yesterday's cherry pie.
Wandering with my waking mind and my exhausted look,
I see people vanishing on the walls as I remember the weights that life has took.
It's always good to feel like this, seeing greatness on pieces of bread,
When the cross is just a necklace, from your shoulders removed; gone.
Then you're no longer an hungry pawnee
But a well fed pigeon.
My roller-coaster will go down again,
The heavy piece of wood will be resting on my back;
But is on those little awarding moments, when you enjoy the glimpse of glee
That you forget the happiness that usually lacks.
