As we drift
From place to place,
We are like leaves
Changing color in fall
Turning in the wind,
With nothing to hold us back.

We seek happiness
Like gazelles seek water.
It is our sustenance
If it is held back
We die.

Some never find it,
Die never knowing it.
Some find it,
Living their lives
As happy
As a dog is with its bone.

But do we really seek
The happiness to last all our life,
Or do we seek
For a reality
That keeps us whole,
And leads us home?