I hear that they sell happiness these days
in this grandest scheme of things.
They wrap it in gifts and weave it in dreams.
Dreams of the life you desire, or shall I say,
the life that ‘they desire’ for you.
“They who?” you ask. “They, you know!
The People. This society, which also includes me.”
They promise you’ll always have it with you,
this much-desired happiness we talk about,
given you’re always ready to chase it.
But what is happiness? I sit down to think,
and yet I never find a clear answer.
“What is happiness?” I ask my fellow beings.
Some say they’re in the quest of finding its meaning.
Some say, “Don’t bother; it’s just something elusive.”
Some claim to know what it means to be truly happy.
Strangely though, none of their perspectives intersect.
This brings me back to ask, “What is happiness?”
Do you care to find an answer with me?