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
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