happy is & happy is not

the bird
that flies in
the infinite horizon,

it does
not worry in this
worried world.

the flowers
that sway in
summer fields

and they
wither anytime,
but what is that

behind this
man who knows
everything, yet

he is in a state
of desolation and
down in the dumps,

too much fear
in his heart, he
is trembling,

feeling that
all eyes are
judging him.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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