Happiness, a fleeting wisp of air,
Eludes our grasp, evades our stare.
Yet in its pursuit, we find our plight,
For it eludes us in the dead of night.

Like a sailor lost at sea, we roam,
Seeking shores where peace finds home.
But amidst the waves, amidst the storm,
We forget that happiness is born.

Born not in riches, nor in gold,
But in the stories yet untold.
In laughter shared, in tears that mend,
In moments cherished, till the end.

Beware the siren song of fleeting glee,
That leads us astray, from what could be.
For happiness, it’s not a prize to win,
But a journey deep, from within.

To find it, we must look within,
Embrace the shadows, let light in.
Acknowledge pain, yet still aspire,
To lift our hearts, to aim higher.

In gratitude, we find our way,
Through darkest nights, to brightest day.
In kindness shown, in love that’s true,
Happiness blooms, in me and you.

So let us walk this path with grace,
Embrace each step, each turn we face.
For happiness, it’s not a goal to chase,
But a state of being, in every space.