i know happiness as a season
without a reason my body
seems to spring into action
at the thought of wallowing
in endless pity
still it never lasts as i encounter
a drought of reasons to keep
me smiling, like hot summer evenings
i lack an oasis of meaning
this carries on for i
fail to reclaim that glimmer
of joy, and i fall victim to
my thoughts like autumn's
leaves
until winter comes and
my happiness presents
itself in shorter days and
longer nights
this uncontrollable,
irregular, period of mine.
