Happiness is a long distant memory

Happiness is a long distant memory

That grows smaller, that stays further.

It doesn’t hop up on the train, unmoving history.

Unlike that moving bicycle with no trajectory,

Mindless riding with friends and with laughter;

Happiness is a long distant memory.

Like those clouds that pass with serenity

And lazy friends lay on the grass, which neither

Hop on the train because it’s history.

History is friendships not seen in a century.

Friendships first believed will last forever,

And happiness is a long distant memory.

Those precious moments with friends who heavily,

Remind me of those lovers who don’t bother

To hop up on the train, betraying history

I can’t seem not to stare, my eyes wearily,

Trying to reach a fading warmth that is colder

Of happiness from a distant memory

Which didn’t hop up on the train, unmoving history.