I always wondered
I always questioned
but I was never happy
always wondering
but never happy
a hungry voice
inside of me
but never happy
always still
forever wonder
and I wonder still
to be happy
why did my mind
work this way
I forced myself to think some more
of why it thought so strange
because, I wasn’t happy
and i’ve spent my days
forever wondering
Now time has passed
and I learned that to be
happy
I had to choose
Now I spend my days smiling
with a crowd wondering
“Why he’s happy?”
“We know he’s afraid”,
I hear them say.
“Yes, but not of being happy.”
I let them wonder.
I let them think
always questioning
always wondering
never happy