I'm Pleased, for I Bleed..

by Eby


Walking through the paths
Where I once stumbled and fell,
Hiding all my laughs
Which keep on the magic spell.
The more I try to forget, the more I see.
The past which invades the present, in this I bleed.

Pleasant thoughts in our hearts
In which we rejoice and tell,
Finding the slowest carts
Which keep on the ringing bell.
The more we try to gain, the more we lose.
The past which promises the future, in this I'm pleased.