Happiness sometimes,
Taunts you,
In it's elusive glory -
As a mission statement one should live by.
Happiness, is the soul curry,
Of all the fire that cooks beneath.
You reach out to it's halo,
With your withered fingers,
Hoping for the pot of gold
At the end of your rainbow.
But, happiness, skirts you by,
Laughing - like a cheap-thrill monger.
When all rewards are retarded,
You feel cheated off your own goal posts
Specially when happiness,
Is vested at someone else's door.
