Happiness


When looking for happiness I ask
-Where do I begin?
Do I face the mirror with a smile or a grin?
Have I asked myself, what makes me happy?
Is it the way the sun peaks over the clouds?
Are is it the power I have to make others smile.
Freedom to choose to be polite or rude.
Freedom to hold it in or be exposed and nude.
To smell the grass freshly cut.
To sit back and imagine a world untouched.
When looking for happiness I ask
-Where do I begin?
Is it the texture of my hair or the color of my skin?
Can I be happy alone, physically in this world?
Or do I need a friend, a lending ear to hear my words?
Could it be the way the water crashes against the land?
Or maybe its the way I hold the precious lilies in my hand.
Is it a thought?
Is there a way to train the mind?
Or is it imbedded in my genes, brought down from a lifetime?
When looking for happiness I ask
-Where do I begin?
Could it be a kind word to another?
Or maybe my joy comes from extending a helping hand.
When looking for happiness do you ask
-Where do I begin?
When looking for happiness make sure you start your search within.

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