Success and happiness are an illusion:
An unattainable nirvana just beyond the horizon
That we hunt like ravenous wolves,
Carelessly trampling on others,
And yet harming ourselves,
As we jostle for position in the pack.
And at the end of it all,
Battered, bruised and exhausted,
Too late, we realise
That it was naught but a mirage,
And that the happiness we sought
Was at our feet all along.
Emma H, age 26, 27/10/2017