In order to be happy.

We don't need love,

We don't have to be alone or surrounded by people.

We just need ..

Well,

I can't really tell you.

Wish I could.

But there's not really a certain ingredient to happiness.

I mean,

Like we sort of have to make ourselves happy.



My thought right now, while writing this poem...

Is why am I writing something, if I don't think I can write it?





In a strange way this makes me happy.

Maybe,

Just maybe..

There's nothing really to it.

Just be happy,

I guess.

YEAH!

JUST BE HAPPY!

...Is that the answer this poem needs?