Sometimes I wonder

What is the perfect life?

Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder what the perfect life would be like
I daydream of men with money, no worry of bills or tax, an easier life than my own
Sometimes I wonder what pure happiness would be like
I daydream of endless holidays, sunny days and beaches, an easier life than my own
Sometimes I wonder what wondrous love would be like
I daydream of a tall, dark stranger, with undying love, an easier life than my own
Sometimes I wonder what the truth would be like
Are men with money, no worries of bills or taxes easier than my own life?
Are endless holidays, sunny days and beaches easier than my own life?
Are tall, dark strangers, with undying love, easier than my own life?
Sometimes I wonder if, I have a perfect life, I have pure happiness, I have wonderous love, I have the truth.
Xoxo Swanhilda Woods