The road to happy is strewn with debris,
and many a casualty.
It happens when you hit the asphalt,
onward and away you vault.
At a cross roads, you come to an intersection.
not sure, which way’s the right direction.
Gather your wits together,
the road must take you somewhere better.
It’s a journey, where you have to follow the signs,
to make sense of the riddles and rhymes.
Dreams every one chases,
decisions to be made on a daily basis,
life moves on, it doesn’t take a hiatus.
Leave with high hopes, full of expectations,
only to face hardship and frustrations.
You started down this road,
with every thing neatly packed and stowed.
All the baggage of the past,
always felt like an outcast.
Keep pushing on at a steady pace,
trying to find that happy place.
Is there one; at best, it’s a maybe.
We try so hard to make it be,
all-inclusive, uniquely exclusive; but oh so elusive.
We search and pine,
for that one, that is true and genuine.
That other half of us, that makes us whole,
two true spirits of the soul.
The road to happy, is there such a thing,
as long as we thirst, we’ll search for that wellspring.