Sleepy.

I once heard a beautiful sound from the music room,

A unity of voices singing cheerfully,

A happy song,they were singing,

But still it sounded sad to me.

So I stayed around for the music,

Closing my eyes as I breathe it in,

The people walking pass doesnt even notice,

How beautiful it is to me that happiness still exist.

Thoughts start to cloud my head,

And I lost interest in all of it,

As I walk away passing the music room,

Looking inside..

I realize that happiness is what you make of it.