Talking Aloud to Myself

I’m addicted to happiness the same way I used to be addicted to power and fame. This static life I hold now, oh, it sits so good. I can’t imagine wanting to go forward or backward, I like this, the place I stay. I wish my bank account could just hover over its current location. I wish it could be this day forever. A little work, a lot of play, some sun and some gloom, a quiet day. The perfect Groundhog’s Day ‘til I receive the Gypsy’s Curse - “I hope you get all that you wish for.”