If life was perfect...

Gravelled walkways
Closed windows
Large fields of lost dreams
Sunshine fills our eyes
Take a moment for those who have been and gone
Sit and think of our lives
Lie under the sky and believe
Houses are our shrines
Work is our chore
Money just sticks to everything
Meaningless but so necessary
We fall heavy in love just as fast as we fall out
We argue till voices are strained
Tears stain pillows
Lives pass on by
Time is of the essence
Nothing in sight
Gravelled walkways
Closed windows
Large fields of lost dreams