Happy As We Were Poem by Achim Wollscheid

No one completely understands but
In our dreams we eat a meal,
And give a toast to fulfillment…
Then wake with the fullness of life.
I see my physical body is paper cut,
But I’m convinced it’s all just in my mind;
My body’s really satisfied.
When I finally fade and deteriorate,
My soul will be buried in the sky.
This is what Fred always tells me
And he’s known to never tell a lie.
Fred always says, “I’m happy with my paper house
Although it falls apart,
Because I meet my death each day
With a contentment in my heart”.
I couldn’t grasp what he meant
Until I lived inside a box.
There was weather knocking on my door
That tore my cardboard down,
But I was happy nonetheless
Because my spirit was still around.
I live and live again with only one thing on my mind,
It flutters in and out of my conscience all the time.
I was a roach and I been a king
And now there’s nothing left to find
Except for the place that I always miss.
I can never reach the realm above my head.
I walked my course and then I was dead.
I was told that when a person dies
They are lifted to the skies.
I rested about a million times
With an ancient longing in my face;
A burning passion in my eyes.
Fred, happy as we were,
We should have taken to the skies.