Happiness earned through freedom is not happiness at all.
They might meet you at your lowest,
Might meet you at the downfall,
But they will watch you pass on the downward spiral
As you fall into the plain grave
Engraved with a word “liar”.
Some will cheer when your hair gets dirty with the moss,
With the leaking rain waters…
They will miss you the most –
At least in the eyes of another passer-by writing a novel.
And those who turned you inside out
Will pass your mother the shovel.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 