If

If I were an eagle with really big wings,

I'd fly far far away -

Away from your mouth that stings,

From your eyes that leer,

From your ears

Happiness

What is happiness? That was the question running through my mind just yesterday. I remember being happy the most when I was just a child, running wild and free in the yard while my mom cooked dinner and dad relaxed after work in front of the TV. That was a long, long time ago. But those days as a child were happy ones. I was innocent and carefree. I did not know about mortgages, payments, bills, and such. Life then was good. No, life was great!

As I've grown a whole lot older, I've considered happiness. What is it? What truly makes a person happy? 

Many of us spend our whole lives waiting to be happy. We're waiting on someone special to make us happy. We're secretly waiting for Mr. or Mrs. Right to find us, and together we'll ride off into the sunset.

Well, I'm afraid that kind of thinking is the stuff