My thoughts want to be on a happiness thing
Instead there going around in circles like a ring.
Pondering , searching for the very elusive trait
As if fishing with the most incorrect kind of bait.
Events get interrupted by my very busy mind
The outcome has not been the full productive kind.
Life is brief as I recollect and give way to how I fell.
This all will not linger like water in the old deep well.
Facing the hurt and riding it to the ultimate end
Refreshes the life ahead of me, I now must spend.