Who’d I be if I was happy?
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A light feather floating in the air,
once here and right away there.
Wind underneath my lightness.
A face lit up with brightness.
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Maybe a little more than I am.
Sometimes a little less than I’m there.
Probably fuller, or maybe more empty.
Finding the answer is just very tempting.
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I would be rolled up into a ball,
in someone’s arms – I would cry, fall.
Always loved and always loving,
in every breath, in every becoming.
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I’d be with you, or maybe not at all,
in empty stalls I would stall.
In fearless darkness I would shine,
answer hides in endless time.
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I’m not sure, who’d I be if I was happy, but I know I wouldn’t be me.