My Happiness

My contained happiness was bought in a sad place:
Inside it I spy a twirling, swirling cathedral roof
The store is filled with haughty dolls
dolls that refused to smile
The owner grumbles with them
The kaleidoscope enchants me
It holds a happiness to pure for fingertips
We exchange meretricious dollars
And out I go, ushered out impatiently
Civilians of the pavement beg for my coins
I lodge away on the cobble stones
and the shop still glistens in the sunset
But I never saw a happy place
I clutch my prize itching to break it
and share it among these wretched souls
This place seemed nothing like the postcards
This foreign haven, this tuck shop of wonders
Left me feeling vulgur