i had so many daring dreams --
of which i now deride
these things i think are scaring me
how now will i survive......

i am so strong
i am so sad
i'm a bottle filled with wish.
i'm a person no one understands
i am living for THIS

this is all i know to do --
to be happy all at once

to be happy......

to be happy.....

to be happy -- just once
author's note: i used to want to be a doctor - my dreams were all for them. i question now what is right - because the world once filled my head. but was i made for the high life - of work, family, and home..... and i don't think that i'd be happy - again i'd be alone. lately i've had suspicions - perhaps those dreams weren't me. perhaps i'll make an unbiased choice - perhaps i am free. guess i'm sorry if i let them down