A Mona
Lisa Gift
What d’ya
do, when happiness comes around?
That full
circle, you try and smooth from rough ground
For
unhappiness becomes that comfortable crutch
It runs
like water and fills as a large lunch
Transformation
runs in any direction
It has no
morals but only a predilection
To
change, to acquiesce and soothe emotion
Its power
and force of a psychological ocean
Happiness
is always startling and can bring remorse
Looking
back at what you’ve missed, kicking like a wild horse
But soon
the realization thru’ a lightened feeling
That
sentence of being Wednesday’s Child lifted, is a blessing
Happiness
really is in the air because there’s no empty space
It fills
quantumly as neutrinos blast thru’ body and face
Your mind
into action, a chance comment upon a greeting
A
connection that’s found in that instant, fleeting
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