happiness pursues me
the thought
of being caught
already has me
in fits of giggles
being chased after
squeals of laughter
the outstretched arms
of Mr Tickle
and yet who ever
outruns happiness?
in the long run
only those who stop
so keep running my friend
like a child flowing
downhill knowing
this is the way
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