Poem: It

It's never there;
When you look for It.
Comes without being called.
Trying to force It
makes It flee.

It appears to come from:
Sex, Drugs, Music, Friends, Food, and More.
Look close
It cannot be found.

As soon as one
finds the Cause
It's no longer there.
The bait is patience.
Though It flees from
Reason or Blame.

I want It with me
through all of my days.
Though that want
may just drive It away.