Happy Things

• Tony Villaboim, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2013

Here you are, about to fall into dream,
Wondering how life could seem,
So vivid and distorted to the core,
Like a 50's flick you just adore
The river running down and down.
Red taking over and you bear no sound.
You picture happy things,
As your mind falls in the dream
And like clouds suddenly rolling in,
You realise the truth, oh so thin.
Then skies come again,
Then along comes the rain.
Until you stop, so quiet,
As soft as the sea, so silent.
Your inner self obliviously surrounds,
But you just keep going round and round.
Permanent memories so pure,
There to remind you of the lure.
It pushes and pushes and pushes,
Drowning you in its untruthful bushes.
The shade on the flowers,
Have taken away their powers.
No control is left.
Their daily friend has kept.
But as you stare into empty space,
Believing you're a waste.
And all the while hoping for wings,
All you wish is to dream of happy things.