We could be happy.

We could be happy, but chose not to and didn't know how to.
Our dreams were our punishment and adding a new one before the other was done, was like watching Tetris blocks rushing down the screen without fitting and overflowing.

We could be happy, occasionally, only not knowing how to enjoy it for we didn't know how long it would last so smiles would be halfhearted, eyes sadly fixed towards the horizon.

E.Y.