A wish come true, but was it really from the heart
Something needed, born from something unwanted
Happiness treads softly on an egg shell rug
Comfortably hiding under a transparent shield
The smile keeps back words doused in expected regret
A love so conflicted for a mind full of conviction
Worry boils with a residue left over from yesterdays waste
Two separate thoughts caged by anothers desire
Before affects the now, how can it not effect tomorrow
Letting go and starting over by holding on
A flickering light puts out a message as moths fall
Sharing the energy of a dam built by many hands
Left alone to find its own way, a waterfall will always bring new life