Peace
I chuckled at this question.
How common could this be?
I hurried to answer,
but hesitated, you see.
I have many things I cherish,
from my phone to my bed.
Yet, my response I had planned
resonated throughout my head.
In my times of desperate measure,
I always clung to a thought:
'I could live happily
without my happiness being bought.'
I thus moved from tangible objects
and thought of things from above.
I run on belonging, and,
belonging, on love.
This imposed the question:
What should I say?
Does this fit the guidelines?
Is this poem okay?
Yet, I know who I am,
and I know where I will cease.
So, in short, I would say that my answer is
Peace.