HAPPINESS

Is it something we have,
Or something we are ?
I pondered this topic at length,
Hoping to allow it to be.

In me I find it comes,
One day, two days,
But not for too long,
As the pressures of life,
Crowd round my emotions.

I want so much indulgence,
It's hard to know anymore,
If I am happy with me,
Or overwhelmed with having.

The creature comforts belie,
My truth, that I feel lonely.
I guess that having more,
Will only add distress.

What if it breaks ?
What if she leaves ?
When will I know ?
Why should I care ?

Without an answer sure,
I know my happiness fades,
But strangely in sleep abounds.

The dream leads me now,
To a place I'm without,
And here I am content,
And my happiness lives free...