what is happiness
I walk on a bubbly little field
arms open to what I might find
hidden in there
I’ve been taken
by what is safe and sacred
and I’m always returning
beyond my reach
there’s a child
speaking to herself
mumbling words of wisdom
but I do reach out to touch her hand
as she accepts my doubts
and smiles a dead smile
“there’s nothing left to do but run” she says
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