Insight On Happiness
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.
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