I’ve been here before…
A place called happy.
Where walls are painted in colorful emotions and the roof is made of sturdy hope.
Haven’t I been here before?
These paths seem so familiar but the crossroads leave me confused
Because this place, though brand new, has a certain knowingness.
Wait…I may have been here before,
But THIS is nothing like what I thought I had.I once had a place called happy
but now YOU, you are my happy.