WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY
What makes you happy,
He asked each member of the class.
I sat in the back,
I was the one who wore black
had a whole lot of sass.
What makes you happy,
The answers started in
cars,
money,
girls.
I could feel it begin.
The room filled with sounds of agreement,
Yea
Right
that’s what I say.
I sat in the back,
Thinking no way.
The question went on
the answers remained
Unchanged from basic
Oh my disdain.
A pounding in my head
From the lies that were said.
Do they even know
what happiness means?
How could we be so blind
To the truth and the dreams?
Finally the question
has gotten to me.
Should I run and hide
Ask to go pee?
No I’ll answer.
I tell them the truth.
What makes you happy he asked
It seemed so simple
What else could it be
Liking yourself, completes me.
Blank stares, some angry grins.
Then it starts, the laughing begins.
Professor you started,
The lies,
The laughter
The avoidance.
You know I’m right
That’s all we need
How could you fight it
And turn to nothing but greed.
Before I sank into my hole
I asked him
Professor I said,
Why did you start to laugh.
Sweetheart he grinned
They can not
They are not enough.
Your time is not now.
Go and be young.
You will know when
You will know how.
Twenty years later
I have not forgotten
I am ready, It is time
What makes you happy?
Comments
Post a Comment