Impaired Happiness

Happiness is only achieved through personal achievement and confidence in the decisions you made. Happiness can not be bought or taken, it is only given.

A mind is not with its shell, tis it is soaring in the sky,

Far ahead in its thinking, nothing seems to die,

But only grows sad and tiresome, as it floats nearer to the ground.

The mind strives for an ultimate euphoria, yet never reaches it,

It sees nothing but a flame, torching a plant for its own temporary complacency.

 

Its optimism and jaunty words are fabricated, for anything it says has no bearing.

Its flower buds, oh so fluorescent and bright, brings only happiness in its wake,

But what if its flowers were gone? What if they have never existed? Where would the mind be?

Would it be living within this ominous world? Or would it have left its husk long ago?

 

It regards this world of a high power, one whose judgment cannot be fought,

It shackled this petty mind, to its own physicality; the mind hates its cast for its poor status,

No good things seem to approach this little mind, only fear and sadness lies in its wake,

Its husk cries for it all to end, for a better life to begin,

It hopes it reincarnates into an exceptional being.

 

As the mind lies in its dark shell, depressed and pessimistic, it sees a light in the distance,

A light so bright and divine, its enlightening green hues brightens its dim pod,

The darkness fades as if the sun favored its company, giving the mind life and joy everlasting,

Though this cheer and comfort isn’t permanent, the mind basks in its glory,

As the light leaves, the cycle continues evermore, its illusions of happiness only give apathy,

An absent of feeling, awareness, emotion, pain, perception, reaction, compassion, concern,

It only brings numbness.

Author's Note

Still a work in progress, somewhat. Should it be longer? Shorter? Are there any lines that should be restructured?