Happiness

For long I’ve kept a question in my mind,
It bothers me a lot.
Happiness… what is it? Where to find?
With what to fill that empty slot?

You know the feeling that you get,
That you are missing something…
But what’s that something? Where it’s at?
You want to find that one thing,

That one thing that will let you rest,
Not think about the worst.
Allow you to forget your stress
That’s breaking you, almost.

Is money happiness? Could be!
With money you’re a man!
Do you feel better than the rest?
Cause nothing comes for free…

But wait; hold on, can love be bought?
Or sympathy, affection?
Walk up to someone, pay a lot,
And never fear rejection…

I’m sorry, but that can’t be done,
Cause feelings can’t be sold,
Cannot be ordered, put on hold,
Or taken for a test run.

I think that happiness is when
Somebody cares for you,
When you are liked for who you are,
And when you like them too…

Or even loved for who you are,
And when you love them too.