Could it be that happiness eludes
Those who seek it the most
But is found by those who duck it?
Turning from its many illusions
And supposed forms
And run in the opposite direction
Could it be those who deny
themselves the pleasures
Are happier than those who ran after them?
Could it be that the illusion
Of some peoples happiness is only that?
An illusion which to them a hollow pursuit
Looks to us like they are having a blast
Could it be that the pauper
Is happier than the president
The hermit above the socialite
If its true its not found by its pursuers
Tell me where then is hapiness to be found
Is it not in God and our Christ?
