asked for so long
what is the root of sorrow

and it made so we could not answer peacefully
what is the root of joy

most will think
and some would say
in their hidden minds
there is no happiness without knowing what sorrow has done

for even a child, born off the miracle beyond our mentalities
will cry entering this world
and into their mother's arms

and it is the most sorrowful to us
when they don't

some would add
sorrow is the pit that forms
when joy floats away

still, i asked my gaping wound that makes a smile
what it thinks

the sun was not unhappy when it warmed the stardust around it
and the sky is not ecstatic
when it rains on the fields

i wonder if the time will come
when sorrow does not have to precede joy
when euphoria doesn't have to be
the cure for agony

i wished to let it be for people
when i let myself smile
drug induced and core rotting
take the happiness from me
don't think that i must have suffered
to want to stoke this constant warmth
think instead, does joy need a root

and i wished for them to pay no mind, and think otherwise
when the pit of sorrow is filled with the maggots that fed on my peace

i wish for them to stop asking
is the happiness all over