This Chapter Is Called Happiness

Poets: Paciolo Pen Saint ft Nieolpen The story of happiness no longer tempts me They told me a lot about it It grows & disappears It sometimes lives in sin & worldly pleasure Or in evil and conflict Maybe at the gate built by hands of wealth & prosperity. I still walk on sad shores I find nothing - except remnants of thorn Still I’m spending nights Searching & singing with beautiful expectation Maybe it’s a fleeting dream Where days sacrifice themselves I ask the night - it says: it is the secret of the world - Puzzle of ages The secret will be revealed tomorrow So let me rest on the shore of sighs. Between supplication and beliefs Sadness will not ignite Nor will pain - it only rest on the rock of faith (2) All started a bit rough, Enough to make one insane, Frustration, Darkness, Heavy noise, all the same. Happiness, was this not called? Happiness, Felicitas, Eudamonia, Just one word on a line, Not a second does this happen, All on a mensa turn by turn, Boom, the former disappeared, Joy crept in, Excitement, Serenity, Bright smile all found their way in, Hope comes true, Dreams does not lag, Vision becomes clear, From all angle was light, That brighten the corner of soul.