5 minute poetry

[Funka Genocide]

All I want is happiness
To be absolved and laid to rest
In fragrant fields or on the sea
And wildly chasing destiny

Can it be that it is you?
The one I’ve searched for, I cannot do
Without your eyes believing me
And comforting what my eyes see

I wish it were that I could live
By standards that another’s’ hand may give
So wandering, I travel on
Heedless of the ebbing dawn