There isn’t a lot of meaning in sadness,

when that’s all we want out of life.

It only can exacerbate itself,

keep building walls to lay upon,

wondering what it really means,

to find a way out of our fears.

Seems pretty easy to stay there,

rather than walk away,

when so caught up,

difficult to feel good,

we just float away our lives,

wondering if we’ll ever get it.

I remember one time,

I felt happy,

and couldn’t imagine

feeling any other way.