Treasure Island

Dom Hunt

(17/04/1966 / geelong)

Happiness


Happiness has me confused
Everyone seeks it
Keeps me slightly amused 
For what is it 

A murderer is happy
Taking someones life
A adulterer is happy
Taking someones wife

A thief is happy
Taking all my possessions
A pervert is happy
With debauched obsessions 

Hitler was happy
Killing all the Jews
Atheists are happy
With empty church pews

I don't want to be happy
Joyful I shall be
For what is happy
It doesn't make you free

  

Submitted: Sunday, July 22, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, August 15, 2012

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I believe that joy comes from your soul and happiness can be fleeting. Joy comes from your spirit within as it is the true goal of a fulfilling life.

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