Stealing Hapiness

Was it ever mine-

Has it ever been mine?

I remember. I remember anxiety.

I recount summer

I reminisce of discomfort.

I re-visit a visitor, traveling 

Homeless, from home to home. 

I remember oblivion

I forget to black out, sweet oblivion

Anxiety.

I remember extacy, I remember exactly it's excruciation.

The execution of my enthusiasm.

Has it ever been mine?

No. Not for quite, quite some time.