It’s not about the grand position in the world

and the oysters full of pearls

which is nice but redundant.

It’s not about the opportunities neatly curled

and fascinated boys and girls

whose love is flashy abundant.

It’s about the sudden views and shy glances

and black coffee with one sugar

that you fix with a ginger smile.

It’s about longing and unexplored chances

that you jump on with vigor

and “the journey” that takes a while.

It’s about flying free with a home to return to

and the grin with dimples

Happiness isn’t hard. It’s simple.