Emptiness ..

What should I fill my emptyness with?
The songs of love or the tales of sorrow?
Or should I choose not to feel the pain?
Cheerful and happy and acting insane?

The roses are to blossom, ferns to spawn.
The bluebells are fading but daffodils gone.
Such is the reality and cruelty of time.
You can't have all that needs to rhyme.

When you're living with perpetual sadness.
Experiencing the fits of relentless madness.
You just want to forget that you exist.
And tempted to get lost in the mist.

All my ambitions are piled up like that.
Lazy and worthless, I've gown up fat.
All day and night what I do is chat.
My only real friend is my dear old cat.