It doesn't come in a bottle of alcohol,
Or a chicken sandwich.
It's not found in the concept walls,
Or in the air.
It's found in the things you love.
The little things.
That bottle you drank while hanging with friends,
That sandwich you had for lunch with family.
The walls of the school where you learned everything you know,
The cool breeze that smells like snow.
Its not in the things that you see,
But in the memories stored within.
Happiness is found wherever you make it.
