When living becomes an obligation
Without wishes or imagination
Give in to the world and its wants
Let someone gain from the taunts.
A mask I wear to hide the truth
Revealing it will bear no fruit
A lie to live for years on end
Hope for a miracle
that God will send
The dreams will die
life will evolve
To keep on breathing,
I need resolve
Memories I keep safe and treasured
Beyond any reach or distance measured
Silently it nourishes the soul
Not just one- but two I’m told.
©krisheaven