When I think about happiness,
I want to be happy.
I fake it for others:
What is it?

Life ages
Work grinds
Soul weakens
Grin through

I smile and laugh.
I don’t know what.
Short lasted.
The unhappy breaks.

Fleeting,
Uncatchable,
Lonely.
Clown sad faced,
Not drawn permanent.
Mr. Happiness & Me.