the worst thing you can do

is to search for happiness

you won't ever find it that way

when you think you have

you find out later

it's something else

an imposter

all dressed up

pretty and posing

it will avoid the light

but eventually you will see

sick and decay revealed

beneath an apocryphal cloak

your spirit wilts

and you turn to look elsewhere

only to discover

the next wonderful thing

is also just

rot in camouflage

after a time

you grow weary

of searching

and rechannel your spirit

to embrace life as it comes

only then does happiness sidle up behind

and tap you on the shoulder