Prodigality

Life is a dream
And I am a dreamer
My hopes and faith rise
every day with the sun

Its a new day and things will be good
I say to myself,
and that I will be happy today
But every evening
Takes with it all that it had brought
Leaving me distraught

The heart and its emotions
are culprits of human misery
They search the dreams I have dreamt
They lead to expectations unkempt

I ruin myself with these wasted emotions
and my life goes on every day
In prodigality - wasted away
on emotions that die everyday
and for life, love and relations
that will end with my Death someday.