I long for happiness
I want to get up in the morning
and look forward to my day.
I'd really like to enjoy a simple,
healthy, tasty breakfast.
I'd like to shower in water that's just right
and smell good afterwards.
I think it would be great if I could
dig into my day with both hands
and have a great time
toiling, laboring, accomplishing, relaxing.
I want to be surrounded by people
who are dignified, and intelligent, and happy.
I would be glad to trust
in a world where horrible things couldn't just
happen.
To me.
I could get used to a sunset
at which I didn't hate myself
because the food, the water, the work,
the people, the world around me isn't
my folly.
I long for happiness
but it won't come.
I step on too many toes, steal too
many scenes, ask too many questions.
I am my own unhappiness
because even the good isn't good
enough
When you hope and dream
too much.
