Tripping Down Memory Lane: Paradise

 

 

wherever I am

whoever I’m with

my only paradise

is in my mind; a myth 

 

I don’t see palm trees

I see the wind blowing through

I don’t see the sunny blue skies

but what they could turn to

 

the glass is always half-empty

when I look to it

if I fill it up, I’ll spill it 

I have no hope, I’ll admit it 

 

looking to my future

but I only remember the past

praying it doesn’t repeat itself

the good memories never last

 

the bad outweighs the good

I’m left speechless in between

while everyone’s in paradise

I’m stuck behind the scenes

 

to live in the moment

I must create my own

wallowing in the past

will just leave me alone

 

paradise is personal

not just a place

if I ever make my own

you’ll see it in my face