7 October 2006
I wander along a deserted, misty beach.
I search for some reason; meaning; wisdom; oxygen;
a conclusion that my stubbornly-beating heart must reach.
The dawn of each day attacks me like a violent pathogen:
devouring my rationality, logic and creativity;
not letting up at all, not giving me a moment’s chance to see
the path drawn open for me,
the path drawn so very wide open just for me.
Clouds scrum around me; they threaten my space;
I search for a happy song with which to chase
their angry faces from my mind,
and leave their harsh accusations far, far behind.
I ponder upon happy words – yet I never find the right ones.
Happy… what exactly is happiness?
We all speak of it, but do we truly know it?
I do not know its definition or its appearance.
I wonder if I ever shall.