What are the happier times, and
How do I describe them?
Apples and caramel?
Thrilling band concerts?
I can barely remember what makes me happy,
Sadly, the laughter has been washed from me.
Hey, there’s one thing that makes me smile!
And it’s been in front of me all along!
Pencil and
Paper and
Imagination to guide me,
Never thought about it, really,
Every idea swirls around me,
Sometimes they’re right in front of me
Sometimes words are washed from me.
And then I think of why I even write, well
Great times have been blocked by evil
And my only way to clear them
Is to write them out.
Never have I had reason to cry about.
I know that although they don’t quickly come to me
Knowledge that I’ve laughed always comforts me
Only after seeing that the bad memories are erased
Now the bad times are washed from me.
And the happiness returns.
Laughter washes back up on the oceans of my mind,
Over time, we will find, memories only hide.
Today, hide and seek will last eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem