What was once everything to me
Water, fire, earth and air
Done become feckless memory
Not the type I yearn to share
Time has told a busted tale
I'm alone, but it's just as well
Smiling and laughing
When no one can see me
Such a good mood that
My Buddha gets jealous
What is seen upon the outer view
Indicating faded whim
Publicly I don a dour hue
Mixed with eighteen shades of grim
Proper is as proper does
Not my business and not because
I'm smiling and laughing
When no one can see me
Such a good mood that
My Buddha gets jealous
People are quick to typecast you
Sum you up in seconds flat
See a scar, pick the "kinda true"
Glum is what they reckon's that
Beauty needs admiring eyes
Duty leads to a higher prize
Hugging commitment
My purpose is patent
Oozing contentment
My Buddha gets restless
Smiling and laughing
When no one can see me