Inertia of Happiness

Happiness that lies in the dust of grieve

pattern of darkness that governs this phase

Touch the ground and rise up again 

the gloominess that succeeds this race..

The mist side of my face,that I always conceal 

speaks like a young lad ..

The more I try to hide,the higher it flies..

I am a loner,I trust my notion..

The frame of time has leased my emotions..

The inertia of happiness is like a transient balance..

Gives me hope,in a pool of ruefulness 

Like an equation of your fate,the phases fickle with a slight disarray..

contend with fate,move ahead with every victorious day..

I wish to sedate the thrust,I wish to trade with eternity..

Faith gives me reason to define abtrusity..

The word may slack its vastness..

But the inertia drives me to revive the strength and face helplessness..

Think like a dreamer,act like a stranger..

People do become mindful about my restlessness..

Can't verbalize my muse,cant escape the cloudiness..

Happiness comes with a hope,to fight the lasting vanity..

I wish I could hold thee,and construe my saneness..