No one is happy.

You can be delighted
Or find glee
You can be elated
Or feel bliss
You can be enchanted
If once pleased
Maybe tickled
And feel thrilled.

But not happy
No never will be.

The fact is no one
No ONE is going to be

Since happiness
Utters farewells
Knocks once
Yes, leaves you breathless

But always leaves
Loves to leave

Like a cool breeze at midday
Or the role you like to play
Summer that goes away
Or someone who doesn’t want to stay.

Happiness is always a phase
Sometimes seen on others face.

No one is happy.
No one will be.

But I still hope we’ll be.