Happiness.

happiness is just outside my window.

would it crash, blowing 80-miles an hour?

or is happiness a little more like knocking on your door, and you just let it in?

happiness feels a lot like sorrow.

let it be-you can't make it come or go

but you are gone-not for good, but for now

gone for now feels a lot like gone for good

happiness is like a firecracker sitting on my headboard

happiness was never mine to hold

careful child, light the fuse and get away,

because happiness throws a shower of sparks

happiness damn near destroys you,

it breaks your faith to pieces on the floor

so you tell yourself, 'that's probably enough for now'

happiness has a violent roar.

happiness is like the old man told me,

"look for it, but you'll never find it all. But let it go, live your life and leave it.Then one day, wake up and she'll be home"