Happiness.

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.