Did I tell you that our view of happiness is a little bit boring too?

A girl all white on Sunday
With her papa and mama
And after mass
She gets her pink cotton candy
Sweet
Sugar to her tongue

And then they go to a
Halo-halo bar and they
Eat their slice of chiffon cake
Sweet
Sugar to the tongues of
A very sweet family

Happy childhood, normal people
Achieving and making others happy
Expectedly, kindhearted and
Not miserable, away from despair
And poverty, looking forward to
A bright future, full of laughter
And cheers

That is how we view happiness
Giggles in the youthful years
And marriage and children
And grandchildren
The cycle of perfection

Did I tell you that life gets boring
Sometimes with the way we are
Prescribed to be this and this and that?

I give up, and learn life my way
Preferring solitude, away from the mob
The crowd and the doctors of happiness
I want to find mine: in peace, In silence
In the most private moment

Even without you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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