Happy People

We had all been happy, somewhat.

In our plentyness, our littleness;

in our knowledgeableness, or lack of it,

we had all been content.


I’d say it wasn’t our inadequacy;

our intent to ever feel derisory,

or deficient and lacking,

but at some point in our modest lives


we had been exposed to




that had shown us a life we were yet to live.


Then we had started to think things through,

and by that time,

we had begun our comparison.


The reallys

the wows

the it can be done this way?

the this feels way better!


and my all time favorite,

Damn, this is what I’ve been missing?



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