happiness facade in many forms
morph into both sensible things or abstraction
when asked, "what makes you happy?"
a sense of null moment enters the mind
searching for that unindexed thought and feel of joy
perplexed by the emotions trying to dominate the mind
yet no answer can still be considered
was it a who? a when? a where? or what?
as boggling it may be, we are still in the query of the one
for as human, it is the nature of it to being unsatisfied with what we have
and take for granted the one thing that is vital to our happiness... :c
live life to the fullest! life is short.
