Some mornings I glimpse it, but it soon drifts away, drowned by the darkness that presses and rends, lost in the maze my mind twists and bends.
Beaches and gardens, and pretty girls; Sunlight and motion, should all joy reveal, but I'm blank, flat, unable to care. Happiness, for me, just isn't there.
Maybe one day, but I shan't hold my breath - 'til a neighbour's hello don't feel like a test. I'll tally each moment, 'til I am at ease. Happiness my freedom, to do as I please.
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