Happiness

Fake happiness is a lot like real happiness
As evidenced by the dimples and the wrinkles and the smiles
It's a footpath in the hills around a mountain
And they say the view from the peak is unbelievable
The pilgrims and pioneers all say you must get yourself here
Whether 'here' is the social frontier
Written home about by avant garde debutantes
Whether 'here' is a specific place in time
As found in a golden wheat field at sunset on the best day of your life
Whether 'here' is a couch with your loves and your stories
You are most certainly invited
You simply must get yourself here
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And love is two bodies in a single soul
True beauty must be in the eyes of all people
And love must be making us whole
And happiness,
If you endeavor to put all this together
Well,
You simply must get yourself here