Forcing words is such a drag
when nothing’s really there-
feelings like a dishrag
I often wonder where.
yet happiness endures...
Calculated formulas
make things appear so tough-
formulated theorems
and all that kind of stuff.
but happiness endures...
It’s early in the morning
six hours at the books-
the sun begins its dawning
my thoughts like hollow nooks.
still happiness endures...
Although my head is swimming
like fish beneath the sea-
I can’t escape the passion
that’s known as joy to me.
and happiness endures...
Sep 11, 2010
Sep 11, 2010 at 8:25 PM UTC
Forcing words is such a drag
when nothing’s really there-
feelings like a dishrag
I often wonder where.
yet happiness endures...
Calculated formulas
make things appear so tough-
formulated theorems
and all that kind of stuff.
but happiness endures...
It’s early in the morning
six hours at the books-
the sun begins its dawning
my thoughts like hollow nooks.
still happiness endures...
Although my head is swimming
like fish beneath the sea-
I can’t escape the passion
that’s known as joy to me.
and happiness endures...
July 5, 1972 - A lifetime ago -
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