When it Comes to Happiness


So what would you give?
Would you trade your happiness?
What price will you pay?




I can actually feel it,

Weighing more than it should,

Unsure of how I’m feeling,

Roaming my neighborhood.

It’s a part of my body,

And surely this spirit,

But it’s more than I asked for,

Though lovely, my dearest.

It’s heavy,

As it is whole.

Though a price it must levy,

I want it out of my bed;

Out of this soul.