Sleep don't matter

 if the heart wanders all over the place.

Deep it sets on emotions,

Following motions the heart takes.

Some are like a heart attack,

Some are like genuine joy.

 

Past the time it felt sorrow, 

The time it felt nothing but hollow, 

Difficult times were times we were to swallow. 

But we decided to smile.

Pass the minute,

Its compass is never set.

Blinded by ideology, 

It sets out to find fantasy.

.

Forget the times,

We sat under the pine tree.

And wonder would we stay pure,

Free from school, and get rich.

We should have stayed there.

Where now do we hide and find joy?

Nibble on it, without guilt.

Now we embrace joy with filth.

It's all sinners and better masters of sin.

Take me back then,

When feelings made sense.

Hindered by kind, the short paradise.