my happiness is up to here
can you see where i’m pointing
it’s blended with colors of satisfaction
journeys completed
last step of the thousand miles
mirages didn’t kill me
though they came very close
my happiness is way up to here
where the black line on the wall is
for all the ghosts of obligation
ideas of “right things”
have a sword to their throat
they have suppressed my voice
for way too long
and loaded me brick after brick
they ate my soul
like savage hyenas
for things I could not do
and pounced on me like lions
every time I tried to speak
my happiness is up to here
and let me tell you why
i took a great big sword
willing to do or die
i held it to their throats
and told them no more
I saw them retreat
in fearful backwards steps
my life is mine again
with nothing left to prove
i can defend myself
i can also defend you