Another composition..

Can not say how I have come up with this one so soon after the first one.But here it goes nonetheless-

What have I always wanted?

I have never been too sure

This is a strange disease

That really has no cure

How does one become happy?

Is there a magic potion?

If your answer is yes

I am ready to pay a fortune

Is my definition of happiness

Really that strange?

It sometimes seems to me like

I'm walking through a maze

People ask me to change

And start 'thinking' less

Maybe that is the cause

Of all my life's mess

I have always cared for people

And expected the same back

But maybe they are not the same

Is a thought that I lack

I have hardly heard songs

That summarize my life well

And I am still to realize

Why all these thoughts still dwell

I sometimes think I should

Change my thinking process

But I also know my heart

Does not want a recess

How are these compositions

Coming out from the blue?

Or is it that this all

Is happening on a cue?

I am not sure as I end this

About what blew my fuse

After all doesn't every artist

Always need a muse?