Where hath thou run to happiness?
Beneath a flat rock, in the rain?
Where hath thou flown to happiness?
A tall tree on an empty plain?
You retreat amongst the smallest sort,
A memory that comes up short
But leaves me off to find you.
For I could never keep you near,
Your speed sharper than my fear
Of having to deny you.
What binds you to the earth my friend?
A fear that like the earth you’ll end?
A spot that starts to slowly blend
with everything else left as dead
Where hath thou disappeared tonight?
I lived, and breathed and got it right
And there you were off hiding.
Inside the hollows of a wood
Outside the minds of all who could
Be weary of your sorrows.
I put you here to keep you safe
from all who could not see the same:
That happiness for no one waits
For it was always ours to claim.
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