I Would Be Happier If I Had More Money- Lol! ! ! Poem by Chuy Amante

What is the chasm between
you and that HAPPY field afar
the one waaaaaay out there
beyond those numerous foggy fences?

Does happiness reside over there?
Is it bigger and better
and tastier and more restful
way over there? It does look greener

Now that I'm getting closer
to all those fences,
they are looking familiar,
like maybe I built them
years ago, yes! I see them
well now, and remember my parents
helped
me to build them.

Where is my chainsaw and crowbar?
Or where is my change of perspective?

Which is easier?
Will the removal of one fence
just let me see the next one
better? Will they ever end?

What if I just changed me?