My Happiness Is Vain Glory
As I Realized
This False World Is But Transitory

Living With This Manic-Depression
I've Come To Know
Life Is Always And Always Is Without Succession

I Saw In Your Eyes Nothing I Could Define
No Dictionary Nor Proffessor
Create A Meaning In Time

I Just Couldn't Begin To Contradict
How Complex The Heart
It Was No Longer Simple Arithmetic

I Know You Don't Think Your Worth Much
But When I'm With You
I Feel As If We've Transferred Touch

Suddenly My World Collapsed
When I Found You Gone
It Was As Though Time Had Elapsed

Now I See The Flesh Is Weak
And I Conclude
That The Heart Is A Trick Of The Mind