The Pursuit of Happiness

The Pursuit of Happiness

I crave happiness like a hawk chases open skies. I follow where it leads, looking for peace, but I cannot trace it. I'm a prisoner in my flesh, captive to my mind, I pick up joy then forget where I place it.

Happiness leaves behind it a trail to follow, Littering bits that I grab and I try to lock it. These pieces are me, but smaller and dumber, I pick up the leftovers and put them in my pocket.

When I go to look at them again, The parts of me don't look the same. They slip through my fingers and float away, And I know, to happiness, I have no claim.