Oh, I crave

Desire is the root cause of all sorrow - Gautama Buddha.

I follow happiness, but I am unable to hold it, because desire has bound me in its tenacious arms. I try to extricate myself out of her tight grasp and start running. Yonder I see happiness tantalisingly beckoning me. But as I reach out to her, she vamooses. I feel a slight tug at my skirt. Looking down I see a gleam of wickedness in her eyes.
When will she stop bothering me? And when will I finally catch up with happiness.