The funniest thing one could ever come across

is the joke played on us by the jester that is life.

She finds twisted humor in playing our hearts,

breaking, crushing, causing constant strife.

I vowed when I was very young,

before my heart knew strain,

never would I fall for this heinous trick;

never would I make myself subject to the pain.

Little did I know,

when I spent years hardening my heart,

Life spent her nights weaving me an intricate web;

that would, in it's wake, leave me marred.

And so I am where I am,

hanging on the strings left in my chest.

Chasing not one, but two means of my destruction.

He who causes me pain, but makes me whole;

and he who soothes my burning soul, but damns me to Hell.

I think to the joke,

I laughed at all my life.

Love hit me before I had a chance to raise my arms;

and now I am a part of Life's list of conquests .

Sitting here now,

I remember

those days now long gone,

all the time we spent together.

I can almost see the scene,

like a movie in my head;

how we lay side by side

curled up in my bed.

When we were younger,

you'd say,

"I'll show you the world,

I'll take you away someday."

Look at where we are now

how far we've come.

We may be older now,

but we've come undone.

I stare at these walls again,

the same ones that stood then.

They're the only constant

They're the proof of my pain.

It's time to walk away,

as fades the last melody.

I leave these walls,

my memory.

She took me through time,to the point in my past

where I was at my lowest.

When I was lost.

Tears in my eyes,

I watched the memory.

as she struggled through

what I had long left behind me.

The second scene I saw

brightened my mood for sure.

The me in my future,

looked happy and surrounded by grandeur.

The Ghost pointed to a window in the corner,

with tiny faces pressed to the pane.

A man angrily waved them away,

and continued sipping on his Champagne.

I looked at me in anticipation,

surely she would not deny,

children of a meal and roof;

and a little Christmas pie?

She knows, said the Ghost;

but they have grown accustomed,

to the suffering of the poor;

while the rich are free to squander.

The Ghost said,

in her sagely manner;

you do not have to go down that path.

The future is a frontier.

Nothing is set in stone,

no tomorrow is final.

Every moment you make a choice,

a choice that leads to the ensual.

The person you were in the image,

you alone have the power to alter.

She is what you become by choice,

a choice can be made for better.

I woke up in the morning,

feeling like had the strangest dream;

Outside the snow fell,

as the new day was dawning.

Knowing what I had to do,

I grabbed a coat and Apple pie.

I raced down to the icy road,

and watched tiny faces light up with joy.

I thought I saw a figure at the far end of the street,

As we sat there eating  and making merry.

I thought she looked like the Ghost in my dream;

But I could've sworn she looked more like a Fairy.

Through mud and sand,

snow and sleet;

you've carried me

taking care of my feet.

In pinks, blues;

in many different hues.

You can make or break an outfit,

you can make me feel good.

Sometimes I see you,

sitting pretty in a store.

I can't help but walk in,

to buy you and more.

But, my friend, I'm afraid;

will this passion fade, as I grow.

Will I remember your feel,

your leather, your sole.

But for now we'll rest easy,

there's a long way till then.

I guess I could stop buying shoes,

but I might just go insane!