My heart is full, my mind is clear. I am still me, while my ego is still here.
Nah, no need for anything to rhyme. I haven't got the intent, nor the time.
I am currently experiencing happiness, or bliss. In my current state, it is quite hard to miss.
There is no pain, and no struggle. My conscience is not befuddled.
Clarity like a mirror pool. Apparently, I am no one's fool.
How did this thing turn into a poem? I was just going to write about the toilet in my home.
Ah well, I guess when I am happy, the creative juices flow quite freely.
