Perspective

Some people
Living their everyday life
Grieve the past when they sleep
Of how things were
And when did they change so secretly?

Some when they live
Think of the days ahead
And grieve the future
Of expectations and person to be

But the saddest of them all
Are the ones who grieve for a dream
Of  an impossible possibility..

With no past or future
It becomes their story to weave
Affecting every motivation
The story grips their reality

We all live in illusions
Finding comfort in self pity
I bet you are happier than me
Or would you rather bet your smile on that with me?