Finding Happy

Sometimes I worry
About your restlessness,
Always looking
For something you do not see-
Something you call happy.

You seem unsettled
Itchy feet always running,
Head down,
Moving on
Searching frantically;
For happy.

You chase it endlessly,
Under different skies.
Collecting trinkets,
Adding them up,
Making something you think is real,
Something you can touch,
But happy eludes you.

I wish you could stop,
Lift your eyes,
Breathe,
Just sit and wait
So happy can catch up.