HAPPY

James Michael Taylor

HAPPY

Happy is the anvil as the hammer strikes the blade
A fleeting spark that fades out as the memory is made
Happy is the spark when the hammer strikes the steel
Before the spit has sizzled into a vapor trail
And happy is the planner, someday
And happy is the guitar never locked up in it’s case.

Happy is the close up, on a scene
When you pull the camera back reality is mean.
Happy is that moment before the dawn of grief
Captured in the memory, a moment in relief
Happy is forgetting the ninety nine percent
Holding to moment, no thot to where it went

Happy is an instant remembered as a time
Captured in a moment and sealed within a rhyme
Happiness, a flashbulb that splashed upon our face
That blinds us to the context, confusing time and place
Happiness is deadly when we bow before it’s thrown
That calls itself an apple but it really an unknown

You said you wanted happiness as tho it was a state
To be independent as tho there’s such a place
When lies tell lies to lies it’s easy to get lost
Collateral damage
Happy is the battle, before the blood is drawn
Lost there in the struggle with the will to carry on

Happy is the snap shot between the light and dark
Revealing as a sunrise on a carnival park
Happiness as passing as the Ferris Wheel’s view
The future in the distance and holding hands with you
Happiness is vital, but happiness is fruit
Without the tree of knowledge happy has no root.

NEW VERSE

Happy is a moonbeam on a January lake.’
(C) 2011 Royal T Music