Happy

Happiness is a trickster,
We all want to believe that it’s a fixer,
It makes you think that all is good,
That it would be there when it should,
When it makes eye contact you calm,
Being there defuses the bomb,
But when you need it the most it goes,
When everything is open it will close,
When you sit in shambles you keep searching,
It never makes contact while you sit lurching,
But it looks away and stay there,
You stand in the open while it sit in your chair,
Happiness hurts like a bullet in the head,
And it eats you up and what you said,
It’s a gift with a price,
It’s like throwing a dice,
A price can be haunted,
Because it’s something you always wanted,
A price can be too much,
Because it make you exhausted with one touch,
A price could hurt the heart,
Because it’s as sharp as a dart,
A price could destroy the soul,
Because it has stolen your goal,
A price can make you grovel,
As it drags you to its hovel,
A price can make you feel good,
Because it make you remove that hood,
People sometimes get addicted to it that they can’t move,
All that they want is another to make it prove,
They start to feel that they have an obligation,
When it’s not done they have recantation,
They start to believe that its only for them,
When they had it once they felt like a gem
But because of that chase they lose themselves,
And they lock that feeling forever in the shelves,
To be happy you need to stop chasing,
You yourself have to be pacing,
It will come for the ones that know that,
It’s not some kind of hat,
Because being happy means that you forget your torments,
You can’t measure your performance,
People remain attached to the struggle,
It’s time to push through the rubble.