Being happy is a choice, I just don’t know how to pick it.
It seems to me always in reach,
Just around the corner,
Past the bend,
Until I get close.
Then it swiftly runs off and I get caught in the dust,
Gasping for a breath,
Trying to spot it again.
Maybe If I try harder,
If I run just a little bit faster,
But my muscles won’t move. I’m so tired.
– Shammy 5/2/12 7:08am