I’m looking at my wrists,
Trying to find bliss,
Where will I find it?
I do not know,
If I find it,
I will never know,
Where it is,
Is a mystery,
To everyone,
Including me,
I know something thou,
It feels different,
Looks magical,
The sounds it produces,
Are exotic,
Like Amazon birds,
It smells beautiful,
Like a rose,
I have never been,
And part of me,
Never wants to go,
But half the time,
I can’t escape it,
That feeling of want,
Of needing something,
More,
Of something like,
Bliss
