Like a sigh of sweat red wine.
A whispered goodbye that never dies.
I feel it like a tap on my shoulder.
A look back I can’t remember.
Chasing happiness with a pen.
Chasing happiness within.
Not knowing the definition.
Only that there’s a destination.
A point I am supposed to reach.
Something no one can teach.
It all ends in a sigh.
As we chase that which can’t be defined.