We're not happy

We're not happy people.

Strive for it

Make it work

By all means

For all means

When you fail

And you

Will

Fail

Realize

Happy is just one of those things

That happens to others

Or perhaps

They're just like me and you

Marching on

Against themselves.

Like a wave that finally reaches land

And is pulled back to the ocean.

Did I get that right?

Hope I did.

I'm sleepy and high

I'll cringe later

And delete this

As the wisdom of age

Bursts through.

That's why I don't read any of my old shit

I should delete all of it

But who's reading this anyway

So I let it be.

Let it survive in this world.

It's a part of me

Or it was, at least.

Very bad poetry,

Indeed.

But me, nonetheless.

So, why not.

Fuck it.

We're not happy people.

Could it be that happiness isn't the goal?

Are we supposed to be happy?

Do we even deserve it?

Do I deserve it.

Shit, there's a dog barking outside

With the sun bathing its snout

She wags her tail whenever something

Anything

Happens.