Felicity Poem by Fritzie Abella
Felicity
How much is too much?
How little is not enough?
Every glass you see's half-empty
Boldly, you seek for transient glory.
Off you play amid the fire
Blinded by flesh and lights
You're doomed behind the mask
Breathing and crawling half-alive.
You're disgruntled and restless
Devoured by your beastly quests
If only you had chosen to rest
Within you, lies the missing piece.
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