BLISTERS

Who’d have thought that joy would rise,
Chasing shadows in the skies,
The bank of smiles is overflowing,
In this blinded bubble, we keep growing.
The ashes of the past lay in the rubble,
Can’t you see the blisters aint subtle?
With rugged hair and aching feet,
I find my way through bitter streets.

Happiness, a selfish crime,
A treasure hoarded, hard to find.
Are we blind to the wear and tear,
Or is a happy life just rare?

Scars I cover, burdens I bear,
Like frayed old ropes, yet I still care.
Holding tight to thoughts divine,
Ascending from the depths, I climb.
I wear my mask, deflect the pain,
In a stable state, I fight the strain.
But jealousy, it lingers, waits,
As I dance on these severed fates.

Oh, I weave my dreams like a tight-knit braid,
Emotions flow like a wild parade.
Step by step, I race ahead,
While shadows whisper words unsaid.
I walk on shoulders, silent crowd,
Hitchhiking clouds, I’m feeling proud.

Happiness, a selfish crime,
A treasure hoarded, hard to find.
Are we blind to the wear and tear,
Or is a happy life just rare?

As flames meet water, fears dissolve,
In this world, we must evolve.
The devil lurks, but I stand tall,
With golden chains, I’ll break the fall.
I reach for hands, stretch out my arms,
To show the light and share the charms.
Some turn back, but others stay,
Together we’ll rise, come what may.For those who hold, the stains will fade,
In greatness, love will never trade.
So let’s embrace the scars we bear,
For happiness, my friend, we’ll share.