Happiness is?

Like a cuss from the mouth of a maddened man,
Happiness fled out and then it ran.
And filled a puddle and splashed a wound.
It took an ocean before it swooned,
to be a wave or a cloud or a stretched summer strain.
And my self awareness has never been the same.

The joy dances out like a split person,
And we have never known to become one.
I wonder if it has my face!
Or a farce of one.
A smiling grimace.

And so We are,
My happiness and I.
If happiness is,
I know it's a chase.
And there is more to life,
Than chasing a phase.