Finding happiness...
Is it really a thing to find?
Is it a thing to feel?
Is it a person, place or a thing?
A wearable item
That adorns your soul—unseen.
Or a pilgrimage or a journey?
You already know what I mean.

Finding happiness...
Maybe just a conversation—
Between you and me—
Or just to watch you
From a place afar—
I imagine us near that sea.

What is happiness?
Is it something reliable?
Something viable?
Or your immersive trance—
A temporary glance.

A fluke, maybe.
Here, I end my ode to this rhyme.
Leaving this question still undefined.
What is happiness?
Perhaps—
A smiling moment in our timeline.