Happiness—A Poem

Happiness

It seems like we’re all chasing it.

Allows running, never stopping

Like an endless race.

Would we ever finish it?

It looks like the more we run,

The further it appears

Like an endless loop—

We keep going in circles

And at the end of the day

We’re exhausted,

Tired,

But we don’t stop trying.

We keep on moving.

We keep on trying.

Even if it’s too much,

Even if it’s too hard,

We move on

And at last

We have found it.

It’s here with us,

Beside us,

Surrounding us,

At last…

Happiness.