Happiness
We all grew up with the want to be something worthwhile
And our parents would just nod and let us dreams those classy dreams
Of Superheroes and Mermaids
I'm sure you have all come to realize that that's not reality nor can it be reality
And you've moved on to luxurious vacations and mountains of money
But you know what I've realized?
That the wishes I wish are wishes of happiness
Because vacations and money are nothing.
They may bring a smile for a day or two
But will you stay when things become a zoo?
I've come to know that material things will come...
Eventually...
I can feel it!
But for right now -
For this moment -
I want happiness
Because nothing concrete can make me happy
But the abstract can.
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