Happy?

So it's all a little rosy now.                                                                                                                      You're in your honey-combed bed of fawning over all things happening to you, of all people loving you.
And it's great.
It is just great
Like life has made sense 
And all the rippling sense of  clueless-ness and confusion has dissipated
Or has it just submerged? Submerged enough to be hidden.
Possibilities of its rise right around the corner
And suddenly this happiness seems like a drated phase. 
Meant to blow up joy. Meant to be-gone. Again.
One day.
I know I sound like I'm expecting tragedy to strike
Ready with my battle armor, unable to grasp the joy.
Live in the moment
that ridiculous one liner
But you know what's coming
You know this won't last forever.
Maybe it'll just make the jump.
A tad bit easier.