The Cure for Happiness

9 May

An affliction of the mind
Won’t let me be
The need to be happy
Has stricken me

I would rather endure
The heartache and tears
The kind of suffering and loss
That could go on for years

Joy and bliss
Gently pull at my heart
Leading me to believe
They won’t rip it apart

If I let happiness lift me up
And have its way
It will all just come crashing down
On another day

I’d rather stay down
And swim in my blues
Leave me alone
And do what you choose

The remedy is here
In this solitude space
The cure for happiness
Is a dark empty place



H. Hassenbein

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