Happiness is something worth searching,
A flower can't bloom without the sun shinning.
It's the water to the the tree,
What the blind one day hope to see.
Happiness isn't a term or imaginary,
It's something we all search for unknowingly.
Without it their is now us, no smiles,
Only sadness stacked up high into many piles.
It's the very thing we are born to reach,
THe boundary that one day has to be breached.
We have to reach it and attach to it like a leach,
Devouring it to the core like the sweetest peach.
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