Illusive happiness - we search and never find
As anxious thoughts emerge and fill our mind,
Burnout curse, but we still ask for more,
Another wound while old ones are still sore.
I close my eyes and listen to the beat,
The world goes on around at crazy pace.
"What is the point?", it hurts but I repeat,
The bitter truth's not easy to embrace.
I searched both high and low for strength and joy
While simple answers waited in between -
The signs that we ignore and we destroy,
I can't believe how many I have seen
Yet never thought... My eyes are open now
These patterns nature has! I feel somehow
Relieved and hopeful as I look around,
A key to happiness - no less - is what I've found.
Illusive happiness
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2012
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