Happiness is a horizon,
Not a pursuit, to be pursued,
And each moment marks a moment,
When happiness must be renewed,
There is no end, just constant search,
For that to which I do allude.

Love is something that seeks for you,
It’s not something that can be sought,
So long as love does find you both,
And it grants you with what it ought,
You get swallowed, churned, spurned and spat,
But it’s better than lonely thought.

Too often I’ve sought and pursued,
Permanent love and happiness,
There’s no pot of gold at the end,
Pick up one piece and then progress,
Step after step on the rainbow,
Each smile a prize, each kiss a bless.