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?