HAPPINESS
ITS IS WHERE I would like to be
Where mental instability is a rare disease
Though I'm not entirely sure what.the word happy means
Life is a dead end job
I Didn't ask for the graveyard shift but I got it
Sick of bein tired and tired of bein worn out
Swimming in responsibilities and rocks fill my pockets
My lungs screaming for air...afraid i'll drown
Only to be.saved by a transparent life jacket
I'm.not sure if you can see it when you look at my face
But I'm fighting through the jungle of life to find my happy place
But 1st
I'll have to clean out my brain
Rid of that box of depression to make space
Sweep the floor of stress to clear the way
For the new furniture I bought called happiness
No.matter what it takes
How ever many changes I.need.to.make
The psychological island of peace WILL be visited by me
MY LIFE WILL.NO LONGER BE THE NIGHTMARE HAUNTING.MY DREAMS
if it's the last thing I achieve
If it's in the last breath I breathe
If it's in the last colored image I see
I will know what it's like to feel
I will know what it's like to be...
Happy