Hey Happiness!

I hope you are fine, without me.

In massacre of shouts, and,

And cascade of drown,

In the darkest of hour,

And mildest of war,

In the strongest of phase,

And lightest of gaze,

Hey happiness, I hope,

Rather I think,

You are fine without me.

In the captures of you,

Till the ruptures to you,

In the kindest of faith,

Till the wildest of shake,

In those crumbling senses,

And wrenching messes,

In the alarmest of pinch,

To the softest of ditch,

Hey happiness, I hope,

Rather, I think,

You are fine without me,

And then don't declare me wrong,

When I flame around the lip curves,

For long,

Because, there is no wrong anymore...