Lost
Liberation has forced my hand
and you’ll never know the cost.
Wake up.
Shake up.
Raise the stakes, the bets are high,
but you’re just coming off a low.
Lull me to dreamland
with your broken
lullabies.
What was that they always said?
“Ignorance
is
bliss.”
I wanted to know
the world;
I wanted the world
to know
me.
But now I get it.
I give up.
After all,
you are no match
for me.
Or was it the other way around?
Silk sheets and velvety smooth
words
make for a perfect alibi.
Now,
all you need is a
crime.
Puzzle’s solved.
Day’s won.
World’s saved.
But does anyone ever
know the true cost of
happiness?
