Happiness

this is what happiness is to most people, I think

Just in reach,

but never mine.

I can't touch , but

I can sense it.

It is surreal, as if I am underwater.

I lunge at it.

It playfully escapes from

my grasp.

And I am left with

a handful of water trickling down

my fingers.

Happiness, how can you be

so conniving at heart?

The End

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