How it is
How beautiful it was
to watch the dark sky
Stars shimmering aplenty
more than pebbles by the sea
How nostalgic it was
to long for that presence
By this beautiful scene
One that will never be seen
How ironic it is
to wake up the next morning
and face the reality
Bottom of the scale, still struggling
How sweet it is
to smell the flour and egg beat
efforts by the heat
Delivered, but not to me
How sad it is
to know more than need
truths that were buried
Crude, still igorance it beats
How bewildering it is
to hear the words of slip
yet to witness actions
that doesn't quite tally
How tragic it is
to hold on to a broken dream
Cracks from deep within
Still never regretting