Happiness is that which everyone longs,
but so few of us actually get.
Happiness is that which rights all wrongs,
and leaves us without regret.
Why then, does happiness torture us so,
when all we want is to feelm
what happiness does in the lowest of low,
when everything just seems too real.
Happiness comes to so many of you,
you who think it will always be there.
Happiness leaves you without the clue,
that living without it, is a nightmare.
If happiness could be passed on,
would you then give it to me?
Will you then cry when it is gone,
and realize what it is to feel lonely?