The Pursuit Of Happiness

The promise of forever, the lie of mortal fleshAnd blood the song of solomon singed by the emotionally stunted heart of deceptionHow hard is it to make up your mind?I love you, ı need you only you foreverThen ı peel these pages on the calendar off the skin on my chestİs the quest for information providing the experience and the wisdom?And the ability to say that something is all right?I spell your name with my incision in your embraceOpening a heart seems to be an easy thingStill ı'm drowning in the memories that make my spirit singSo why are you out of reach?When your lips are just out of reachAnd your arms are just out of reachAnd your heart is just out of reachWhy are you just out of reach?Is there any kind of genuine feeling of the fairy tale?Soiled by our american idealismThese pages that describe my heartI'm longing for you to mirror me,But you'll just leave again if ı'd look up to the stars it will be intoxicatingAnd if ı'd find the strength to say:"life is not short, life is so long, life is so very long"İnstill in me divine presence of everlasting freedomBecause ı love you, and ı need you only you foreverThe beauty screaming up my spinal columnThe aching for a return stinging my central nervous systemI spell your name with my incisionAnd your eyes wonder to someone else one thousand times