Happiness
01/20/2001

Happiness is not an apple you can reach,
Take a bite of its forbidden pleasure
As the lust of its insouciance drips down your chin.

Happiness is not a tree you can climb,
A victory achieved on the highest branch
As the scent of conquest fills the air

Happiness is not a penny you can find
A token to be saved for a rainy day
As dreams of eternal fortune fills your mind.

Happiness is a light you can find
A flame ignited only by your will
As its heat swaddles your heart

 

 

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