Chasing Happiness
I want to run to the
Honey-drizzled scenes
Lie on a white sand beach
Minus the sweet talks and dirty moves
Of the lesser known eves
I want to pour my soul
Into the crystal shine glass
And drink the measure
That will make me an equal
Or greater, than the intellectual outcasts
I want to sulk in the sun soaked
Warmth; that will melt the cold hearted
Angst; of the successful sordid souls
That murmur beneath my drained out
Ear drums; constantly without a doubt
