The soft pillow

I am not looking for happiness.
Happiness is looking for me.

Should I let it find me?

Should I set aside my fears,
my aches,
my sense of importance—
and bare myself
to these ceaseless galaxies of happiness,
all glittering along my path?

Or should I go to my own combat,
beneath the soft pillow of my hat,
listening
to my eternal internal chitchat?