You wonder why you’re not happy,
You wonder why you have no clue.

You wonder why the sky is blue,
when oceans deep are darker than you.

You wonder if the grass is greener,
but you never question the gravel being smoother.

You’re sure the world is playing havoc,
when it is your ego that is being the brute.

You still wonder what keeps you from happiness,
while its you who is the chasm creator.