I feel so happy I might cry
And nobody will understand just why
Or how to cry at happiness can be a thing
After all, what can crying bring?
I feel so happy, I may float on air
I feel so light. I haven’t got a care
I’m living for this moment here and now
And can’t explain to others – Why or How.
I’ve not been drinking alcohol – just tea
And recreational drugs are not for me
So why is this contented soul
Feeling so complete – feeling so – well – whole
I’m not in love – I haven’t felt that rush
Of passion in my breast from lover’s touch
I can’t recall an incident of late
To conjure up emotions of this state
Perhaps it’s just a state of mind – no pressure
I’m calm and doing what I like for leisure
Not led by anyone – but just by me
Being exactly who I want to be.
Is that the answer, then, this glee –
This feeling of contentment, feeling free?
Maybe its just reaction from the strain
Of being so intense, so on-the-go
And coming to the end, and then to know
Your time’s your own – you do not have to push
To be somebody else, no need to rush
Headlong into another phase
No need to re-write the day – rephrase
The things you did or said
And doing your own thing instead
A Saturday like this does not come around
So often – and I’ve always found
It’s subjective, and can quickly turn
To panic as the dinner burns
And fingers catch and break a nail
And printers fail
and suddenly the pressure’s on
The contentment that you felt has gone
and everything is…
just wrong!
I knew it wouldn’t last that long.
This poem is featured in GEMINI.