The Bees are Busy

We run. We run after happiness. But happiness is a funny thing. It continues to elude us.
We face obstacles. In the pursuit of happiness. Thinking life'll become easy.But it never does. And hapiness continues to elude us.
We become busy. We forget the pain and the frustrations. Thinking we will get some reward out of it. Something does come to us. But hapiness. It continues to elude us.
Our paths converge and diverge. But once they diverge, only chance can make them converge.
We become like bees. Always searching for the honeypot which'll forever continue to elude us.