How do you know when you are happy?
Do you judge it by how broad the smile is?
Or the vocal strength of an awesome laughter?
What are your future plans?
Do you have space for happiness?
That you are alive, doesnt mean you are living
But then again, it's possible to hide all the pain
All then aching spirit behind a smile
Life is beautiful, a proven fact
Life is horrible, a definite fact
So which is life, beautiful or horrible?
Trust me when I say it is a complex mixture
But you make life what it is to you
Life has got its ups and downs
The downs mould you or destroys you
The ups exalts you or destroys you too
What am I saying? A confusing description
Yeah thats life, a confusing stinkingly awesome and wonderful matrix
Sometimes I like to daydream and think
And each time, all I see is happiness beyond reasoning
Lucky are those who found the ultimate rose
But if you haven't, trust me, you would.
Am just a simple pen trying to make sense
But if at 80 years you cant say "I lived life",
I rest my case, but damn, what a boring sequence
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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