how silly are we,
or say, completely mistaken,
in pursuing the thing
which we often call happiness.
for all we end up doing
is seeking it in the wrong places;
while hiding away from sadness,
for possibly nothing good.
probably this world
does very much exist
following the simplest of rules.
and somewhere out there
something does prevail like
a law of conservation of happiness.
for maybe a lifetime of happiness
that we seek, also somehow equals
the same amount and span of sorrow.
so perhaps from now onwards,
if not stop chasing happiness, as you do;
at least consider trying, not to run away
from the inevitable misery.
for one day, it might happen
that euphoria knocks your door
being melancholy's facade,
and you keep running away from what
you've always wanted to pursue!