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...