Happy

Happy, a useless word Not unlike the others Born only with their opposites Lest an illusion Happy, happiness, darkness A happy person painted in black Someone’s smile and their fresh wound Happiness is suffering, happiness is suffering Yet nobody’s listening They keen on being giddy, on being happy Reaching through a shelf that is just right, jumping when it’s a little too far, stacking up wobbly chairs and tables to reach even higher… And when they fall, they cry, they laugh, they smile, they die Almost with no care… And keep on keeping on, Their happiness … happiness is suffering … A silent wind made me realize That everyone’s agreeing Yet never said a thing