The Cost of Contentment

Happiness smooths the jagged lines,
Fills the cracks where chaos shines.
In its glow, the questions fade,
A tranquil sea where dreams decay.

Pain carves paths the brush can trace,
Anxiety, a shadowed face.
Frustration strikes the chords of fire,
Sparking truth, igniting desire.

A world too still, too bright, too clean,
No room for wounds or in-between.
The wanderer stares at skies unscarred,
A canvas blank, a spirit marred.

For what is joy without the storm,
A hollow bliss, a lifeless form.
It’s cracks and flaws where colors seep,
Where seekers wake from dreamless sleep.

So let the chaos, let it roam,
The messy parts, the ache, the unknown.
For in the discord, life reveals,
The depth and weight the heart conceals.