Happiness

I cannot help but wonder why,Wonder why things went awry.Events unfold, my story is told.But a story of what? Not gold!Nay, my wants are plain,My needs mundane.Happiness is all i need,A beautiful wife to feed,Yet i still sit in the fireof this depression, oh how direand fickle life has become,One day a king, the next; scum.Mere consistency and joythis is all i have wanted since i was a boy.Now a man, grown yet still learning,waiting to fulfill my yearning,Waiting for an opportunity to seize,For this burning i can appease.This fire i can quench,From this hell i can wrenchmyself away from the self-pity,Working towards my Emerald City.