Happiness/ Memoirs of a feeling"Part...whose counting anyway".

my head is a mess,
i've cleaned and cleaned only to find a whole new carpet
i asked myself today if happiness is a journey or a destination?
frankly i was stummped i thought long and hard on why I felt like it should be a destination and not a journey but then i got sidetracked and common sense took the wheel.
good thing for common sense.
If happiness is a destination i might be a few hundred years old before i get there but if i have a little happiness on my way to where ever i'm going, i don't see how that couldn't work out.
it could be cummalative this way i may have enough of it to take me through the rough patches
Everything seems acceptable or at least tolerable right now family,friends,work.
everything except my unicorn, the one thing that eludes me even when i'm not chasing it.
I feel like a lab rat at times at the very mercy of my maker, i'm not expressing discontent with my maker i'm just simply exhausted.;


MEMOIRS

The bar has been set by your kiss,
and i've spent years searching,
sadly i haven't come as close,
it's not strange that this journey has led me back to your door,
it is funny that the whole situation seems like a re-run.
with that innevitable ending.
still i press on to find some small measure of peace,
that we all seek and few of us ever find.