Happiness… by The Ryan Phipps
Happiness…it evades me, it escapes me
Oddly enough I’m not racing in my chasing
I’m pacing. I’m not waiting.
Just feel no need for breaking
Just don’t have anything to make me
Happiness…it slows down, it spins around
Runs backwards, me it’s facing
Yet still I see no need for my speed to be increasing
It’s not leaving…it was never here
I don’t miss it because it was never near
If I wrote a letter, it’d never Dear.
It’s To Whom because I don’t know who
Since the womb this has been true
And till my tomb it’s what do
Because it does and its doing
Far from tardy, smiles are so truant
And to get to them, the miles are so affluent
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