I cannot store the happiness in the chest
It is hollow at present
I felt it in the early hour
It is never there when I want
It is something expected
never to be found.

Use it little to little as I need it
It disappears before I could consume
in the air, and gone!

I cannot buy it or control it
Cannot stock up when in abundance
It never comes to stay
going away
with devastation taking it's place.

It may be true as I once heard
Happiness has no existence.