If happiness was a thing that I could touch or hold in my hand,
It would be the stones by the ocean and every grain of sand
Under the water, and by its side,
It would be salt in your eyes when you cried, and you’d realize soon enough you tried
It’d be the stone in your shoe, so you’d stop
And breathe
Because this path can go on for thousands of miles, and years will pass by
Take a break, take a breath; you can’t walk all night
Your mind will grow heavy, and your footsteps will slow
It’s time to sleep, rest your eyes, in the morning you shall go.
If happiness were a thing, then maybe it would be a butterfly on a flower
You can try to catch it and try to keep it for hours
You’ll find that the longer you try to find it, the longer it will stay away
But when you sit at peace, and on your shoulder it’ll come and lay
If happiness was a thing, it would probably be you
Your smile, your life, the way that you grew
It would be your success, your failures, and your experiments
It would be the crease between your eyebrows and that wrinkle on your chin
If happiness was a thing, and if it was you,
You’d learn that even the smallest grain in the sand could make a difference, too
The rise in the waters, the rain in the skies, aren’t such a sad thing
Because through destructions and waters comes spring
Here come flowers, and trees, and children playing in the park
If happiness was a thing, it wouldn’t be measured or held
It would be the infinite beyond this life, and beyond your head,
It would be every spark of a fire, every flare of the sun
It would be ever petal on a flower,
But still we question, what is happiness?
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
If happiness was a thing that I could touch or hold in my hand,
It would be the stones by the ocean and every grain of sand
Under the water, and by its side,
It would be salt in your eyes when you cried, and you’d realize soon enough you tried
It’d be the stone in your shoe, so you’d stop
And breathe
Because this path can go on for thousands of miles, and years will pass by
Take a break, take a breath; you can’t walk all night
Your mind will grow heavy, and your footsteps will slow
It’s time to sleep, rest your eyes, in the morning you shall go.
If happiness were a thing, then maybe it would be a butterfly on a flower
You can try to catch it and try to keep it for hours
You’ll find that the longer you try to find it, the longer it will stay away
But when you sit at peace, and on your shoulder it’ll come and lay
If happiness was a thing, it would probably be you
Your smile, your life, the way that you grew
It would be your success, your failures, and your experiments
It would be the crease between your eyebrows and that wrinkle on your chin
If happiness was a thing, and if it was you,
You’d learn that even the smallest grain in the sand could make a difference, too
The rise in the waters, the rain in the skies, aren’t such a sad thing
Because through destructions and waters comes spring
Here come flowers, and trees, and children playing in the park
If happiness was a thing, it wouldn’t be measured or held
It would be the infinite beyond this life, and beyond your head,
It would be every spark of a fire, every flare of the sun
It would be ever petal on a flower,
But still we question, what is happiness?
