I thought money would buy me happiness, I was sold a false bill of goods,
I'm now chained to my city apartment, instead of flowing freely by the woods.
Grab more of stuff, or experiences, did I hoard happiness itself?
There is so much I've accumulated, where to put joy on that shelf.
I thought being perfect will make me whole, but it's not all it's cracked to be,
Success should walk the trodden path, there would be panic if I'm set free.
Hog the limelight, seek fame, let happiness disappear in the background,
Become popular with all the ladies, to court happiness wait for the next round.
I thought defeating others would make me happy, happiness dealt me a punch,
When I compete with friends in zero sum games, it doesn't leave us a happy bunch.
Slog more, party harder, happiness works hard to remain out of reach,
Beware you rest or rejuvenate, lest happiness your work ethic breach.
If you want to be really happy, just become more of who you truly are,
Give yourself freely to others, that bonding alone will take you far.
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