The Source of Happiness Are...

Maybe sadness is in the air and hits like a dank mist.

that day is a day unlike any other.
you accomplish something great but is belittled by another.
of all the feelings in the world, a feeling of depression mixed with being pissed.

Everything you have done can be forgotten in an instant.

there may be someone who can lighten the pain.
but soon it will come back and hit you like a train.
a permanent solution is needed, something more constant.

Most turn to a hobby, something to distract the mind.

perhaps a sport, an art, but soon you will realize,
that no matter how much you cover up, it's still just a disguise.
It must be something short but sweet, simple and easy to find.

Eventually you could turn to a movie or a show.

it's easy and cheap, this might be the one.
unfortunately it's limited which puts a cap on its fun.
emptiness follows soon so the search is still a go.

Somehow someway there must be a bottom to this pit.

we’ve tried everything that a normal human does.
from the people we are surrounded to the things we do just because.
maybe we have to go deeper, where the mind and run wild with our spirit.