A Beautiful Bliss

To do as you please
Without a care in the world,
To write songs and poems,
By experiencing each word.

To sing songs and perform plays
And write stories and odes,
To laugh and ignore
Decisions at crossroads.

To be able to fly free,
Like a bird in the sky,
To soar like a timber tree,
Tall and high.

To drown in the indulgence
Of guilty pleasures,
To bask in the glory
Of finding lost treasures.

To spin around the world
As if it were your oyster,
To hop and twirl
And explore a cloister.

To dance under the moon
And the sparkling stars,
To run wildly across roads,
Without the fear of cars.

To lie down and marvel
At the pleasure of existence,
Without having to worry
About going the distance.

To eat and drink
And sleep and play,
To sing and write,
And love and pray.

To do all this
Without a single fear,
To enjoy this bliss,
Without shedding a tear.

Is my idea
Of happiness so pure,
But reminds me of a saying,
Of which I’m sure.

If something is too good
To possibly be true,
It usually is.

So for now,
I only dream of this Beautiful Bliss