Neither happy nor sad
Neither sulky nor glad
Contentment is a funny feeling
That sends my mind reeling
Utter satisfaction
With no distraction
How could it be?
There must be something I don't see
I'm not elated
Nor deflated
And yet all this while
I feel like I could run a mile
I'm like on a wonderful drug
But I'm not as happy as a bug in a rug
This is so very queer
Though it I do not fear
I feel that contentment,
(Not resentment)
Is a state of pure bliss
And a feeling that will be missed