Happiness

Happiness. It's hard to understand that word.
Sometimes the hand you were dealt is anything but.
I don't know how, but maybe just maybe I'm in a transition.
Rather than this being another depressing poem or post: it isn't.
I feel this odd sense that I can actually handle this thing called life.

So, what is happiness?
I don't really know myself yet.
But I think I'm starting to figure it out.
Which I guess is a scary thing in itself.
It's not necessarily new, for I've always been a happy kid.
But sometimes the one with the brightest smile:
Are the saddest of them all.

Happiness? Yea, he and I are friends now.
He decided that he might stay a while.
And even though I have no idea where this journey leads:
I hope this happiness doesn't leave... anytime soon.
For if it does I don't know what I would do.
Probably spend the next fifty years of my life in a pool.

That's what I did before, and I may do again.
But for now I'm going to soak this great feeling in.
Because like all things happiness won't last.
But the time it stays makes the world shine on full blast.
Happiness I may never understand.
But each day more of it I can.