Sun-Chasing

For chasing Happiness,

Is to chase the Sun,

To lasso the Moon,

To draw down a Star,

To manipulate the Universe leaves a scar.

Then why look up when inside —

Is a heart composed of sunlight,

A will crafted from moonbeams,

A brain filled with stars

Twinkling behind artificial bars.

The Universe without mocks the Universe within,

Proclaiming Happiness is a thing best sought,

To swallow the Heavens is to pervert the heart,

For Happiness is a thing not found,

But created, to free the soul from its bound.

Recent Posts