I know nothing of that one thing…

I know nothing of that one thing…
In spite of all the pain and loss…
I wonder, is it really necessary to know…
To me, I believe it is.

I don’t think Hollywood can tell me…
I’ve watched endless hours of television on my butler’s lap…
It’s the same thing over and over again…
About whom does what and to whom.

Maybe it’s hidden in the glittering treasures of this world…
Underneath the golden lace…
Or in the bottom of a bottle of old brandy…
Together with the headache and pain.

The answer always seems to lay ahead, somewhere in the distance…
In the cooling breath of the mist…
Yet, it disappears always into darkness…
My eyes always lose focus…
Even though I was born from the light.

It is the place where my loved ones have left for…
I pray they’re happy and safe…
I hope they are not forever gone…
Because I have more game I would like to play with them.

I love you,

Annie