Happiness
by Mike Pollock
If you were to believe it
it would have a different name
you wouldn't call it sunshine
you'd label it your rain
The dreams your chasing after
Were never yours to start
You tell us your a wise man
with no wisdom to impart
I see it all so clearly
The veil you hide behind
This rouse you think is clever
is only in your mind.
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