I met Happiness,
On the dreary streets of this gray city,
He picked me up,
And bought me bread.
I shook hands with Love,
At times a cruel jester,
Yet it's only a cover act,
To hide his deep sadness.
I talked to Inspiration,
The man himself,
He didn't have a lot to say,
But I felt wizened anyways.
I reached out to Solitary and Silence,
But nobody knew solitaries face,
So the news studio didn't let him in,
Silence simply had no comment.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 2:40 PM UTC
I met Happiness,
On the dreary streets of this gray city,
He picked me up,
And bought me bread.
I shook hands with Love,
At times a cruel jester,
Yet it's only a cover act,
To hide his deep sadness.
I talked to Inspiration,
The man himself,
He didn't have a lot to say,
But I felt wizened anyways.
I reached out to Solitary and Silence,
But nobody knew solitaries face,
So the news studio didn't let him in,
Silence simply had no comment.
Loosely based off a poem where I imagined the places happiness hanged out.
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