Strolling through life…

Strolling through life- expectations set to nothing,
I could live a happy life like this.
(Oh shit i’m bluffing)
Memories as one thing, pondering them- bad things,
Trusting in a shady smile.
(Now I know what that brings.)
When happiness is fleeting,
Turn blue- a knife of lies,
With only seconds to react- before it starts to pierce your eye.
(And let’s be honest- once iconic, views us children often had.
That Disney type of shit, that made you question what you have.
Often crumbles with age- some with rage- it was a picture)
Your vision often leaves it’s start,
A lands on your heart’s fixtures…