Happiness is a state of mind
In my weakness I've always seen it as a finite resources
Light in the distance
Before the light switches  off again
Its possible that it sub-lets only a small apartment in my entire body that is pleagued with damp sadness
In my happiness
I sit and wait passively for the season to pass
These flowers grow in vein
And will mature and wilt again
These crisp leaves will wrinkle and flutter to the ground
Before the next season comes around
When I'm standing under the spotlight of my happiness
Looking out into the darkness that surrounds
The silent black sheets seems infinite and everlasting
And I know the future will teach me what exists there
As happiness is all but passing