Living the Lie

If you can't live the dream, you can live the Lie. Pretending you are happy, smiling when you feel like crying. Pretending his words don't hurt but they do. Maybe he is right, living a Fantasy Life. Does he care, or I'm I just his amusement, someone who he is curious about not someone he cares about. I hear the dog howling for his bitch, he's gone for a while, now he back with a smile. He smells her heat for miles and finally he finds her, panting and grinning, his delight and his pleasure. If only my life could be so simple. To wait and wonder, for life's thunder, the storms and the rains shall come from the pain.