Tiny Happiness
The hustle
and bustle, you’re unconsciously lurching
The angels
may touch you but you ignore them while searching
Looking for
nothing….. In particular
Your focus
is determined, machinelike and vehicular
Your mind is
flooded with images of unfounded queries
Instead of investigating,
you simply accept these theories
Your dreams
are shaded in hues of monochromatic
Your colors
have faded; you are now less dramatic
You’ve been
downgraded but you’re still emphatic and erratic
Where is
this happiness that was promised in abundance?
Habitual
crappiness is becoming redundant
And the
smell is so pungent
Your inner
voice is permanently stunted
Like growth
that no longer spurts
Your mind is
irreversibly cursed, so selfish; me first
Happiness is
tiny, minute; often overlooked
You assumed
it’d be shiny, astute an open book
Sometimes
happiness dwells deep within
Not
outwardly shining
Heed my
advice, as you begin introspectively climbing
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