happiness
One day I will fly
why up high
and fly away.
Take me away from here
feathered bird wings.
I will fly
touch the sky
and search.
I seek happiness.
I want happiness.
I search for happiness
up among the stars
up woven in the clouds
up dancing on the moon
or perhaps
up shimmering behind the sun.
We are the most stupid of creatures
wishing we could fly.
Why is it that
we always search for happiness
up high
when we are beings of the earth?
Why do we always look up
in search of our fleeting joy
and miss the chance to find what we're looking for?
Dream big, they say!
Well I'll dream big.
Bigger than you
and bigger than she.
I'll dream biggest
but not of the sky.
I dream of the grass
the trees
the flowers
and the sea.
My happiness is here
among these earthly things
and you won't find me looking up
for any of it.
Because happiness of flight is brief
swift
and sweet.
But to tread a path
on your own two feet--THAT
my friends
is the happiness you seek.