Happiness is a figment of the imagination Tends to arrive on its own agenda
To any destination
Paralysed by its fulfilment and anticipation
Happiness is like a gradient it dips and climbs
At the sign of a good or bad occasion
Joy on the other hand has a persistence that happiness could not fathom nor compare
But the thing with Joy
Once it’s there it should remain
But along comes pain and breaks up my Love affair with joy
Questioning my happiness
Dipping in and out sadness
To the point I have replaced my joy with gladness and contentment
Which I like but disagree to be complacent
I’m riddling with feelings
Figments of the imagination
Designed to categorise the places our voyage of life takes us
Happiness and I have mutual understanding
We don’t really mix
So we embrace each other
When other guest like
Love and joy come into the mix
Joy is my gain as well as my pain
Life tends to play these sort of games
DWordChef
2015-08-03
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