Happiness

I struggle to define happiness.

In a sense I know what it is, everyone does.

That laugh, that smile, that feeling, you know it.

Where does it stem from?

Where are its roots?

Happiness cannot be bought,

but when my joy is blinded by my debts

it must have a price.

Or am I blind,
unable to see what I long for.
Associating it with the satisfying of my material desires.
The answer is not simple, nor will I be able to define this word soon.