I dream of a perfect life. Simple not complicated. Enough to please me, but keep me alive. Happy to smile with no disappointments. I watch the horizon about; no words of doubt. Looking forward in anticipation. But backwards at satisfaction of the conclusion of each day. Heeding the prompts of my inner voice; and what I hear is comforting, full of reassurance. Sweet feelings of contentment. But the human soul dies, To be forgotten soon. Turning into unfamiliar faces; A blank drawn in a space, A hole left in the wake alone. Of a perfect life I dreamt, which closes cold over, and UNKNOWN.