The Poet’s Snafu

The pursuit of happiness.

That’s what we’re promised in this country.

But what about the Poet?

Happiness is a muse we can never possess. It’s a faraway place we imagine one day walking the sandy beaches of.

It’s a dream.

The longer we’re awake, the less real it becomes.

A happy Poet is a Poet no more.

That doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy life. It doesn’t mean we don’t smile.

We laugh, we love, we live.

But we must remain at the crossroads of all emotional paths, watching passerby’s stroll past.

It’s how we experience it all, to deliver it all to you.

We’re relayers of truth, and truth is worth more than happiness.