In pursuit of the one thing, everything else is lost
We go to the best school
Read the toughest course, we barely survive
Because tying shoe laces is all the rage
We excel and for a brief moment we are happy.
The sweet cloying sense of achievement.
But soon pats on the back become prods and nudges
We ensconce ourselves in uncomfortable chairs
Behind desks that are too low, or too high and never just right
We escape our homes before the crack of dawn
Like the other woman, embarking on the walk of shame
And sneak back in at twilight, drained
In pursuit of happiness we bend over backwards
To catch wisps that promise to last for never
Enough to send us dashing
Searching for that elusiveness called happiness.
Never satisfied with the tiny wisps that float around us.
In pursuit of happiness, are we ever happy?