In Hot-Pursuit Of Happiness
Break through the sUbcOncIOUsAnd the overbearing
Mold
For this life shall have
More spontaneity
Than a sitcom p a s t i t 's p r i m e .
In a field of flowers and grains,
We'll run with singing
Chimes
Clanking, ringing--reverberate--
And this life shall be first-rate!
No doors or doorbells,
But empty doorframes;
No misery or fame but some constant
Little games
To pick and choose and play
With pure imagination
And a pinch of i m p r o v i s i o n
To transform what is seen
To see what is
Desired
Because everything that is--
Is a chance
A t H a p p i n e s s !
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