Lovelly stuff Felicia
This is a bit of one of my favourites

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Felicia wrote on Apr 13^th, 2010 at 2:33pm:



From a different life, but a remembered time just having to write something similar several decades ago.  Whereas not an awareness for the first time, one night seemed to confirm seemingly so. 

Couple lines being:

The cost of fun was deceivably high, happiness lost value when wary, left dry.
[...]
Trials of mistrust, disgust, and it's sad, why believe in any laughs that we had.
[...]

Looks like at the time called it "What It Takes", reference to the extracting from experiences with inner disharmonics and its disturbable bearing to come further endured. 

Wasn't all like that, found it not quite the world, just what it was then, but some maintained upon further chance circumstance and are distant now.