A companion

Happiness is with no definition,
It's a matter of thought,
How we see things,
And how we analyse it to be.

To me,
It's hard to be happy about everything,
It's easier to just hold on to one,
And the one thing I hold on to,
Is my passion.

To keep it working,
To keep it healthy,
Brings me happiness,
From other's happiness,
A kind of shared joy,
I loan from people I see through it.

It will never betray,
Or lie,
It just brings more joy to ease my day.
And I hope it will continue,
To company me as I'm alone in the new place.