Some say happiness can never be defined.
Yet some people think life is controlled by the divine.
Maybe the way I interpret it is different from your mind.
Yet I know that this must be, and I always share what I find.

Moments thankfully stretched out by pure enjoyment.
These moments that can heal me in times of mental and physical torment.
Moments that I look forward to no matter where I’ve gone and went.
Like the symphonic hypnotic patter of mountain rain upon my tent.

When I’m in the forest, far away from cities and all is green.
On the highest mountain peaks, or skiing the deepest steeps, absorbing sights rarely seen.
Or sitting, in silent meadows with my dad, getting drunk off Jim Beam.
Moments that are always great, no matter which direction they careen.

Or rolling in the Camry, filled with heads, all familiar.
Smoking fine herb rolled in chocolate blunts, lined with sticky honey interior.
No matter who is there, or what is said, nobody ever feels inferior.
Even if someone gets hurt, or if curse words are spurt, we’re never wearier.

Then there’s hot boxin’ in the big body, Coronet, with my best friend.
It’s these moments that make me hate, avoid, and fear the night’s end.
Ditchin’ class to smoke weed and relax, who cares if they want to suspend?
With these moments, the lie of a learning experience can never contend.

Loving lips, the sweetest taste I know in all creation.
The simple presence of she, is all I need for that certain sensation.
When her eyes sparkled, in surprise of my visit, on my unofficial vacation.
And the love I felt when she thanked and hugged me for her gift, a bouquet of carnations.

This definition of happiness, I’m certain of, but don’t ask how.
But I did my best to explain it with the rush of ideas from my brow.
In the end I hope you can see, and happiness can find you, then and now.
Cause I know I have this moment, I finished my poem. Ciao!




- Danny Wharton

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