We tell ourselves that it will come.
It will descend upon us
While we are busy
Or simply laying about,
Bestowed like a crown,
A reward for patience.

Or, we seek it in others,
To suck out,
Like juice from a peach,
Dependent on the energy
Or whim of the loved.

In truth, we make our own.
We find it in ourselves,
In our nature and in our actions.
Focus on where you
Find happiness,
For joy lies near by.