The Shadow of Happiness

The empty voices of disappear speak to me

Of what has been and what is to be;

Every time I fail to see

That hope, is a dying tree.

Is it worthy trying to be happy

Or tis just another fantasy?

Can't teach a humming-bird to be free,

Nor can you get a turtle to climb a tree.

Saturated thoughts of negativity.

I need not the fortunes of his majesty;

Just a Rose to bury inside of me

With the lonely sting of a dying bee.