I don't need excessive happiness.
I'm afraid of the time when it slips through.

I don't want big money.
I might get off-balance, and lose something important in return.

I don't have to be too good.
Somebody would turn nasty.

Even if I get everything....
I would want more.

I wish for a little fortune. Just right.
Like the moments I bite a fresh whole tomato.

I can tell you. That's the most affluent life.

When you find something you can go crazy for,
you go for it.
You spark the idea from one minute to the next
and look forward to a rosy future.

As time goes by, you happen to find
a trail in the closet that you put it
behind and brings you back to memory.
You smile to yourself remembering the time
when you were really wropped up doing it.

I muse on.

I am married to a solid man.
We've been walking a steady life.
That's for sure.

We've made a happy family with two kids
piling up teaspoonful of happiness.

We sometimes invite friends to ease our burden
and have a nice chat over a beer

Do I want more yet?
Do I hope to get away from the routine?

"Are you happy?" asked somebody .
"Am I ever!" I replied on a moment's thought.

Once I had been hooked on writing stories.
Soon I ran out of materials.

Once I had given myself up to playing volleyball.
Soon I got fed up.

Once I had been wrapped up making accessories.
Soon I got tired of it.

Now I find pleasure in composing poetry.
Things are gonna be different this time.

Know something?

I grind coffee beans every morning.

I put sesame oil for rice balls, ripe tomatoes
for tomato sauce, marmalade for my yoghurt.

I cook while listening to my favorite music.

I can't skip bedtime reading.

I put aroma therapy oil into the bath tub.

I cherish things that soothe my heart.