Happiness is
just outside my window.
Would it crash
blowing 80 miles an hour?
Or is happiness
a little more like knocking
On your door
and you just let it in?
Happiness
feels a lot like sorrow.
Let it be, you
can’t make it come or go.
But you are
gone (not for good, but for now)
‘Gone for now’
feels a lot like ‘gone for good’.
Happiness is a
firecracker sitting on my headboard.
Happiness was
never mine to hold.
Careful, child.
Light the fuse and get away,
‘cause
happiness throws a shower of sparks.
Happiness damn
near destroys you.
Breaks your
faith to pieces on the floor,
So you tell
yourself ‘that’s enough for now’.
Happiness has
a violent roar.
Happiness is
like the old man told me:
Look for it,
but you’ll never find it at all.
Let it go,
live your life and leave it.
Then one day, wake up and
she’ll be home.