I chased happiness through
forests of dreams
pie charts of ambition
and a nebula of visions

I caught happines but
her fleeting presence
always left me aching
for second helpings

I bumped into satisfaction
She stopped me dead-
From her bag- she brought out
peace and a calm of spirit

I embraced contentment
and now smile at happiness’ short visits
My pulse- steady in rhythm
as satisfaction floods my soul

©Vivian Zems

Real Toads- Second 

NaPoWriMo-day 2

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