If it’s how it should be,

why isn’t happiness with what it is..

Is it greed or need that leads

or heart that pleads for relief..

An explosive surge of wellness to

eradicate all else.

Should. Said many a time. Many a line.

Fit. Round become square–

layer after layer.

Is it release or control that guides

lies while happiness sought?

Found in a blink, lost in the next.

The prevalent should overwhelms.

Should becomes a four letter word–

left to be pawned.

By the wayside never to be uttered again.


Submitted as part of One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday