Where is our happiness, really; is it here or over there?
Is it found inside a person or is it floating in the air?
Can I save my money to have it; or is it something totally free:
Tell me, if you know it: where can happiness truly be?
I saved and saved my money so I can finally buy a house
Then bought me a line of clothing: pants and shirts and blouse
I travelled around the country and even went across the mighty sea
But if this is truly happiness why wasn't enough for me
I hung around the mighty and have had the best to eat
I burned the midnight oils so I could pamper hands and feet
All around me, I built up mountains that proved I had so much
But if this was really happpiness why do I feel out of touch
I finally slowed down my buying; my running here and there
And then began to notice.. all of the things I had every where
It wasn't about anything visible that I finally began to see
That all this stuff was nothing ... I was captive to my own spree
I was bound to all the buying because I thought it was over there
In the acquiring and the having.. but I was stingy and wouldn't share
I had everything I could have wanted but I wanted the others see
That I was truly happy but it wasn't inside of me
For I wasn't free from all the wanting: I kept wanting more and more
I was addicted to all the acquiring and I had so much to store
I was wanting to boast of everything because somehow I believed
That happiness was only happiness if the others could perceive
Now I know so different because I am finally on the ground
Weighed down by all my whirlwinds that had me running around
Spending and having and going until it all it was truly old
And I began to see that happiness isn't something bought or sold
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