Happiness An Illusion Delusion

Happiness is an illusion, a mirage, a delusion
    fostered by a trial separation of truth from reality.
You have to be made to be happy
Or succumb to the happy state.
Few are born happy, newborn babies cry
Few die happy, unless in sweet dreams asleep.
True happiness is born of smug acceptance by peers
It is worthiness flowing to and fro in tides of tithes
    shared with family and friends, till chest fills
    and the good ship 'Happy' floats out of dry dock
    after a spell of reparation and renewal.
Made good, with make-ups, remakes and retakes.

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