16 July 2019

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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