In the mirror

In the neighbor

In the next door

In the next thing

In the morning

In the night

In the wind

In the storm

In the light

In the dark

Happiness

Is an inside job

You could have it all

You could have enough

You could have more than enough

Yet never enough

Yet still want

always looking, never finding

Never knowing, the present is the only constant

but for some NEVER Enough

Check Point