Often we are wrong 
Believing that happiness
Can happen to us. 

All the joy we know 
Comes from our internal flame 
Eternally there. 

External forces 
Provide the inceptive spark 
But that's all they do. 

The flame of pure joy;
The delightful, primal blaze? 
Fully, wholly ours.

Sparks? They come and go;
Much less precious, much less rare 
Than we're made to think.

With luck, and focus
We can burst into bright flames
Of our own accord.

Please keep that in mind:
Flame fiercely like the phoenix;
You'll help light the world.