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?