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.