She asked absentmindedly if he is happy truly
Through a dozen shields of complements and praises her question went through
The three words a catalyst to a stagnant volcano making it unruly
Once upon a time he wanted to be happy too
Not every thing is for sale and yet everything has a price
They say happiness can't be bought but to have it comes at a cost
He tried for so long to focus on things that brought him joy
A foux path led him so astray he could barely feel all he had lost
Blame may be relative but guilt is always true and final
The weight of his selfishness bore down on him
The result of so much time wasted on nothing sent him into a pity spiral
He learned that to want joy had become his greatest sin
Perhaps the type of happiness he saught was the problem
He met reality like a freed slave learning no one is really free
'are you happy' she asked again wanting an answer
With a heavy smile, he said 'happy has never been for me'
By-Hugo
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 2:19 PM UTC
She asked absentmindedly if he is happy truly
Through a dozen shields of complements and praises her question went through
The three words a catalyst to a stagnant volcano making it unruly
Once upon a time he wanted to be happy too
Not every thing is for sale and yet everything has a price
They say happiness can't be bought but to have it comes at a cost
He tried for so long to focus on things that brought him joy
A foux path led him so astray he could barely feel all he had lost
Blame may be relative but guilt is always true and final
The weight of his selfishness bore down on him
The result of so much time wasted on nothing sent him into a pity spiral
He learned that to want joy had become his greatest sin
Perhaps the type of happiness he saught was the problem
He met reality like a freed slave learning no one is really free
'are you happy' she asked again wanting an answer
With a heavy smile, he said 'happy has never been for me'
By-Hugo
True story, actually though this up while she was waiting for an answer, the last paragraph was written much later
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