Happiness is found

In whispers not

Statements in a

Dish of food

Given of flowers

That bloom in

The morning of

Change found in

Pockets and old

Jokes repeated happiness

Isn’t found in

Others it’s found

Only there in

Your own words

And simple actions

I’d rather live

Life than save

It I’d rather

Run when I

Can love who

I will and

Fail every time

I don’t want

To save something

As precious as

Life for when

I am old

Let me live

Now crazy and

Expressive and true

To my self

And then he

Asked what’s it

Like to write

Thinking I thought

That it’s this

In order to

Write you must

Understand the un-understandable

The things that

The people feel

But can’t say

So you say

Them for them

To write is

Simple you put

Pen to paper

Stand naked and

Wait for laughter

But instead you

Hear the ahhh’s

That is writing