Long Lasting Happiness

Long Lasting Happiness

Crushed to dust, and set to winds.

Scattered specks of dreams, love, life, possessions,

and hope fill the earth’s atmosphere.

The living left to choke down the air,

particle filled by blood spilled ages.

Known but never seen, except for in the ink on pages,

where we read about our history.

But what about the lost dreams hiding behind the main stream?

What about the love in the background scene, escaping the big screen,

where the true meaning of serene resides?

What about the beautiful creations, made with patience and passion,

fashioned into masterpiece contraptions, infatuating your mind until you become blind to the the rest of the world?

There are so much more raw emotions and actions,

filled with passion in the commoner populous,

than the glorified souls on top of us,

who have managed to lock us up in this dream of fame.

They are to blame for the shame of destroying what Art is about.

Art is about self expression,

not good impressions to build wealth and spread deceptions,

that love is about money and fame.

I refuse to play that game.

My common name, in the common day,

will bring a smile to the common face,

and that makes this common place

commonly great and happy.

It may sound sappy in passing,

but I’ll be damned if this happiness isn’t long lasting.

—A.T.C.—