I envy Happiness;

so callow and myopic.

Ignorant she is                 but happy she be.

She would not be as        blissful

if she was as learnt as me.

Happiness makes             wishes

and knows them to         come true.

But I know in actuality,

that in The reality,

Its not so.

Oh how I         want!

Oh how I         wish!

That a blow to a candle

or a whisper to a star

could distort My reality as I please.

Oh Happiness I envy,

what a marvelous disease.