Buddha Gets Jealous

What was once everything to me Water, fire, earth and air Done become feckless memory Not the type I yearn to share Time has told a busted tale I'm alone, but it's just as well Smiling and laughing When no one can see me Such a good mood that My Buddha gets jealous What is seen upon the outer view Indicating faded whim Publicly I don a dour hue Mixed with eighteen shades of grim Proper is as proper does Not my business and not because I'm smiling and laughing When no one can see me Such a good mood that My Buddha gets jealous People are quick to typecast you Sum you up in seconds flat See a scar, pick the "kinda true" Glum is what they reckon's that Beauty needs admiring eyes Duty leads to a higher prize Hugging commitment My purpose is patent Oozing contentment My Buddha gets restless Smiling and laughing When no one can see me