Searching for Happiness

Snowy days have colored the moon white,
Dullness fills my afternoons and emptiness fills my nights.
Hallow flesh that paints the angel wings sits by my side but I don't feel these things
Like a man oblivious to his chains I stay in the same troded road even though I narrowly know of my desolate mind stuck in the desolate snow.

I've grown accustomed to the cold, I slave away for a corporation in ruins and everytime I say "someday" my mind begs my soul to stay, I'm the empty ghost I resented in my youth now more than ever I seek the monks melting touch.
Avoiding my thoughts and waltzing into tomorrow isn't satisfying my teenage meltdown and Today as I walk out the door I look to the sky like I never looked before,
I reach for Da Vinci's glory!

The ocean completely consumes the dirt at my feet, As I realize more, the terrain seems to bring up new sacrifices and bible scriptures to keep me at bay but I know that beyond the island there are vast galaxies and on the brim of my fingertips I hold salvations and catastrophes.

It's jungles and deserts which lock up isolation but what creates happiness if love has cast out a degenerate generation, stolen the youth with lust, painted aristotle's sculptures then forgotten in the dust.
It's only a dream when I walk, I only realized that if the world is a smoke cloud then my greatest fears have no direction to move forward.

I've let go of all of my possessions and of my nationalities, countries flash and everywhere I go I'm reminded of the last.
I don't mind not belonging as long as I'm happy, searching and searching for the eternal happiness,
Mother's tell me love cannot be understood if you've never had a child surley you never could, surely that's true joy to love someone with nothing in return, with no memories to burn cause all of them are good even the worst of them could never comprehend how much love is emitted from the flesh colored wonder stem.

There's mass amounts of children who've grown up in complete poverty never knowing of the poets heart and never caring of it's tragedy.
They know only of what's to come, surviving is a life that has grown the child numb, forced to grow old, stuck in the middle of loves hold, drained to the bone and made anew in the suns raining gold.

The blood red sun is made specifically for the child within, searching forever just to find no purpose without the human skin.
When the sunlight dances in it's happiness plague all the pursuits of happines form into one,
In the midst of a storm no matter where you lay, to each there'll be a sun to brighten the day.

Happiness is not overlooked
Yet always forgotten
You find the mystified dream
In the gravestones of love,
Nothing is ever as it seems
Except for love!
For in strong emotions there's a child aching with fear of the great unknown,
We stare into the void and hope for the best, submerged deep in, the child has grown but will always live deep within.