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People ask me If I am happy ,

Knowing too  well  that I am not  .

Why  then this  pointless provocations

Why is this meandering assault .

True  Happiness is the promised prophet  ,

The idea well  past its sell off date ,

People still count on it to  keep breathing ,

Knowing too well their own fate .

I rather believe in its next of kin ,

Peace of mind  is  all I need ,

If I can wake up without heavy shoulders ,

And can sleep fairly at ease.