Where Is Happiness? Poem by Mark Sky

Happiness hides, in the depths of our lives,
When through casual chances, and odd circumstances,
It arrives for a while, brings with it a smile.
Perhaps from our habit, we reach out to grab it.
Then it slips through our hand, 'cause we don't understand,
Why it's fading again, with the start of the rain.
This up and down race, that we all have to face,
Like the roll-coaster rides, up up, and then hides.
This constant chasing, for happiness racing,
We follow the swarm, but we're not even warm.
Is it out? Is it out? Is my happiness about?
Is it here? Is it there? Is it in what I wear?
In a car? in a home? in anything that I own?
I've glimpsed it quite strong, but it never lasts long.
I've looked all about, I can't see it without.
Do I need to look in? , is it inside my skin?
If I strive to learn it, then maybe I'll earn it.
Oh, that's where it hides, right under my pride.
Can I remove this fetter? this need to be better,
This need to have more, than the numpty next door.
Happy dwells not, in the things that I've got.
It dwells in my view, of the stuff on my shoe.