Happiness is not a gift.

Happiness is not a gift.

For we are too blind to see,

If we look for happiness!

The search will be in vain,

The time spent, lost in space,

As much as searching

For it to be upon every face.

Who of us really knows,

The way that rules of thumb

Do not make sense,

When you’re searching for it,

On the other side

Of some distant fence?

Grass may appear greener,

To the blind and foolish.

Those who cannot really see

Just what you and it,

Means to me.

No-one can give it to you,

Have you not seriously known?

The value of it is immense

But so few really comprehend,

The clue to where it is,

As their pride gets in the way,

On the roller coaster ride of life

Each and every feckless day.

Beauty is not in the skin,

It is in the heart within,

Fear of loss will keep

You blind of truth,

And stuck searching for a thing

That you knew in youth.

Happiness cannot be given

You see, it’s not a gift

Because it’s free.

Abundantly it’s contained in you,

What a pity,

You hardly knew..!