Bliss

There's this smile,
this unbeatable smile,
not used to hide anything,
just there to show the world,
in all it's splendid glory,
that I'm fine,
that I can't wait,
I'm excited for something,
or nothing,
there is always part of me,
slipping in and out of the world,
to dream,
and to collapse.
I like to dream,
to let myself fly,
hopelessly,
from land to hand,
with a blissful smile,
on my ignorant face,
showing I recognise nothing,
not even the broken words they speak to me,
not even those things that should matter,
the things that should let me be free,
that should float through the shield of confusion,
and ground me.
I let myself smile,
pleasantly in the darkness,
I look for the light,
to make me smile,
in the happiness,
of the day,
where I can see,
the light,
not only the tunnel,
but the light,
that stands at the very end.