When I am alone
I ponder things, such as
The meaning of life.
But then the world
Puts it’s weight on my shoulders
And I think of happier things.

I think of children chasing butterflies
Or of dew drops on rose petals.
I think back to
The best memories of my childhood.
I think of the
Times when I was happiest.

As I enjoy my bliss
I block out the real world.
I love those times when I
Am so absorbed in my happiness
That I forget
The troubles I have.

Even though I am happy,
It is only momentary.
I come back to reality
To realize that I am living
In my memories.