Is it when you align your foreheads and on your feet,pour libation,
Or when you debate arms against a brother,
And interrogate validity of religion and evolution?
Is it when you are bright and can dream,
When you are skillful,when you can cash out on every open queen,
Or when you retire and must sleep?
Is it when you reluctantly take up an herculean task,
Though you rage but you can't slip away when you think you are done,
And you get paddled on by insane wages?
When you have all the notes,
When your body if it so want them can wear as many clothes,
But your blood,body and soul is running a circus show?
No!
But when you fall in love and you are satisfied with your cage,
When you are as worthless as street cat-a-rat,
But you can breath in nirvana all day long,
That is happiness!
Happiness is when you have a thousand energy running through while you ride solo.
Happiness is when you don't know.
You glide untold.
Your nobility is sung by some distant solo.
Life is freezing though death is cold.
Hence and thence you still echo.
Happiness.
