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PaperBoats on RainyDays
spontaneous happiness bloats my mind
with floating boats made of sheets of pine
all while they swam,
but they only swim in my mind, never to swim again.
spontaneous happiness bloats my life
bleeding through all crevices, piercing like a knife
piercing dark days and bringing better ones to light
all while they've lost,
but spontaneous happiness has no cost.
spontaneous happiness , my unattainable dream
to float on paper boats down an artificial stream
to float with an army of endless smiles
would someone dream with me for awhile?