Waiting for the chance to fill in,
Waiting for you to stop searching for it,
Searching in desperation,
Waiting for you to take a moment,
To look around,
To find it lingering around you,
Instead of lurking out somewhere,
It keeps on taking different forms,
Just make itself recognizable,
So that you can acknowledge it,
So that you can smile a little,
But you keep on crying,
You keep on searching,
Unknown to the fact,
That the blissful but mute Happiness,
Stays with you,
In every possible way,
Waiting for you,
To find it around you,
To find it every small thing,
To find it within you.