Here is another flop - comments, critique?

I always enjoy reading your work, partly because you write in a style unseen on this site. It's seemingly all your own. It would seem we are each discovering our poetic niche, I think. Anyway to your poem: I know everyone else is taking this poem as a happiness vs. anger/depression, but the idea of happiness as a labyrinth with artificial lighting strikes me more as the pursuit of Actual Happiness. The pursuit of such a thing often leaves us dispirited, bereft of that human glow we began with. The "rotted pursuit" seems to me to be the end result of our quest to find true happiness, that "something worthwhile". Thanks for sharing.