Happy by Karl Meier

​What is happiness?
Who can say?
One’s happiness may be another’s misery!
Do I really need to dance like a fool?
Smile like a clown!
Does that truly mean I’m happy or is it just a mask?
People tell me I’m dark or sad or angry.
They say be happy, act happy, write happy!
Aren’t we told even as children to do what makes you happy?
That we need to make our own happiness and not count on others?
Can you make others happy if you can’t make yourself happy?
Some say yes, just ask Robin Williams, John Belushi, or Chris Farley.
How happy were they?
How happy was Lenny Bruce and so many others?
Just because I make you happy does not help me,
At times it may even scare me.
So really when I’m told,
“You should be happy and you will write happy things”
Is that for your benefit or mine?
Maybe, just maybe I like living in the dark.
It may be where my happiness lies.
Remember rainbows fade, puppies grow old,
There really is no pot of gold, and unicorns don’t exist!
But the dark is real and forever
And for some of us that’s enough.