Happiness is in the moment
It begins and it ends
It's a passing wonder
Comes and goes like the wind
The things that bring happiness
Are easily agreed
Sweet sounds and touches
Delightful lovely things
But regarded as merely pleasures
For satisfaction of your own
If grasped and possessed
Then suffering is bestowed
True happiness is not a possession
It's a cherished moment of time
Stored for future direction
In the archives of the mind
