It's not possible,

It's not possible,
It's certainly not possible.

Why is it so difficult to have?
Why can't one achieve it?
What exactly is it?
How do I obtain it?

When I was a child,
I grasped the feeling.

…Canaries humming on a bright summer morning.
Getting out of class;
a class that was boring.
The smell of sharp bermuda grass,
or the time I caught a 12-inch bass.
Hot sand against my frigid feet,
an unopened candy bar;
the aroma ever sweet.

Football on Sunday mornings,
baseball on Saturday nights,
walking along the shore of the beach,
fingers gripping my favorite kite.

As I age I remember,
I can't have it all the time.
Yet everyday I wake,
I'm surely left to climb.
It hurts me everytime I try,
these feelings I must hide,
happiness isn’t real anymore,
so now I say goodbye.