bound

i seem to have lost my keys...
          maybe i will find them 
          next to my happiness

if you are to live
          then mean it
          and if you mean it
          then love
          no truer way is there to live
          than a life that means 
          what it does, with love

if one was happy all the time
          then sadness would not emerge
          to soften and temper the heart
          and let empathy be heard

depression i think is not an ill
          but only realizing that this pill
          of life is far to big to swallow

dont forget today,
          what you will regret tomorrow