happier
coming home
from your second therapy session
is nice
but what's nicer
is getting a lollipop
(a sucker)
bright red
reminding you of happier times
and you feel good about yourself
for the first time in a while
walking down the street
the weather is balmy and breezy
clouds sprinkle a blue sky
this confection reminds you of childhood
as you savor its fruity sweetness
you haven't got a care in the world
so let these sirens wail
let these people hustle & bustle
to places that won't matter in the end
because you are happier
you are
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