This question plagued my thoughts for hours, days, weeks.

I never knew what the right answer was

Anytime I asked,

All I got were confused looks

I realized as time passed that no one knew a true happiness infinitely till they met their creator and their end

We know moments, memories, and thoughts 

We are just humans

Trying to be better than other humans

There is no true happiness

Because we couldn't begin to fathom it

In it's most genuine form

Happiness is a farce

We just seek it till we can't any longer

Then we disappear with the tide and the stars