Sitting Upon an Edge

Sitting Upon an Edge

  Sometimes I sit on the edge of the bridge of happiness.
I wounder if I am really happy, am I suppose to be here,
how did I get this far and still feel the same.
As the seconds skip by will it change?

  Sometimes I sit on the edge of the bridge of  happiness.
I look out to the landscape below,
think of the simple life in the river and
the energy of the ones that walk aside it.
I see the city that can change in a million ways
but to me will always stay the same.

   Sometimes I sit on the edge of the bridge oh happiness.
I dream that time would halt to let me get
all logic fixed.
That maybe people could reverse to when
we could walk alone through the fields.

  Sometimes I sit on the edge of the bridge of happiness.
I feel that emotions are schemes for the gods
to watch.
They set obstacles to observe insignificant manner
and smirk at us in our weakest state of being.

  Sometimes I  think its best we fall from
the bridge of happiness.

Phongo94Xapa
2/19/11