The Sound Of Happyness Poem by Nathan Kraft

What's this Sound suddenly Surrounding?
Am I Dieing has anyone Found Me?
Do I Trust Myself to Dance to This Beat
or Do I Push you Away and Try to Break Free?
Am I Succombing to My Own Paranoia?
or am I Trying to Imitate This Old Persona?
Should I Try To Close This Distance, Proceeding,
or Should I Confide in Myself and Just Lay Here, Bleeding.
Pleading that Life wasn't Stretched so Thin,
Seething, Because I'm so Lost Within,
I Can't Embrace the Song So Many are Singing?
That I Can't even Find the Point in My Own Breathing?
I've had so Many Chances to Vibe to this Chorus,
but I'm Just too Damn Busy so I Ignore it.
and Finally When the Beat Rocks on Again,
I'm Dead, and I'll Never Catch onto This Trend.
With So Many People Playing and Laughing and Having Fun,
For Some Reason I See That and Feel the Urge to Run.
Why Can't I Feel That, Hear That, Forever Hold onto That?
Instead I'll Just Sit Here Wondering Where I'm at.
Till Finally I Know What The Sound of Happyness is!
And I'm Singing Till I Feel Myself Starting to Drift.
For That Moment I Understand Why People Are Smiling.
And I'm Confused and Gawking at The People Who Are Crying.
I Refuse to Let Them Drag Me Back to That Place
Where I'm Constantly Being Tripped Back onto My Face
Questioning the Human Race and What They Believe in,
Always on That Constant Search to Fulfill Sin.
So here I'll Sit Here Listening o This Mythical Beat,
Vibrating From my Head on Down to My Feet.