People searching, looking about,
Most of them assuredly, without a doubt,
That what they find, be worth its lot,
But time and again, they find its not.
Yet they persist, for reasons unknown,
In pursuit of a happiness that they can own.
Yet all the while, they did not see,
That happiness has eluded thee.
True happiness lies in things unheld,
A moments taste of things beheld,
A world of appearance and possibility,
This life's as full as you let it be.
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