The Art Of Happiness
The Art Of Happiness
Lonely are the stars
The Sun and the moon
The mountains majestic touch the sky
Yet they stand on their own
The circle of birth and death
A lifetime ends before we can learn
To live, to love and cherish
The story we were given
We keep searching but rarely find
A shoulder, a companion, a soulmate
Someone to only complete us
A heart that could be our home
Yet we wander in the crowd
Shallow bonds shared moments
When the cold, dark night sets in
To each crawl into our shell
Wrapped in our blankets of loneliness
Alone with our thoughts and wonderings
Our souls searching for something deep
In a vast, shallow existence
The day dawns and we march along
To the tune of endless routine
Muffle the emptiness in the sounds
A mask to stifle the turbulence within
There is no difference
Rich or poor, each we chase
The soul hungers for something beyond, as
We silently carry on our incessant race
True poverty is not in the pockets
It is constant greed that eludes happiness
Like little children, if only we could learn
The art of laughing more and needing less