Happiness comes from
somewhere
far away
Happiness comes from
what the world could not stave
For I reach out to the light
but inside I find
nothing but a reflection
I face
no comprehension
and I reach out again
with
nothing;
in my hand,
my heart,
my soul,
my self,
unbeknownst of the answer
I already
held.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
Happiness comes from
somewhere
far away
Happiness comes from
what the world could not stave
For I reach out to the light
but inside I find
nothing but a reflection
I face
no comprehension
and I reach out again
with
nothing;
in my hand,
my heart,
my soul,
my self,
unbeknownst of the answer
I already
held.
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