I know when it's not there,
But it's all I need.

I know when it's there,
But I barely realize it.

I feel it.
I crave it.
But I never think to hold on to it.

Relax, man.

I only have it
When it's adversary has left.

But it's all I want,
All I need,
All I cry for,
As it leaves once more.

Contentment seems so fickle,
In its own ironic way.

But it's all I need.