Bringing the Shuttle Back Home

Happiness Is not the spawn of pleasure And desire, It’s not the child Of satisfying need… Oh, happiness It’s not a lot of things It’s not the smile of the sated Nor the promise of more to come, Happiness, It’s not a lot of things… But to me It’s so much more: Happiness, To me, Why… it is a feeling on my face! When the muscles on my forehead Relax, and my brows float above my eyes And my eyes They are set free To see, And my cheeks Are free to stretch or pout And my lips, they can curve up or down! And I can see so much more When that weight is lifted Off my eyes And happiness Is all that I set my floating sight upon And all that my roaming eyes behold Is rendered weightless.