No one is in control of your pursuit of happiness except for you. Parents don’t get to hold this blame unless you want to call yourself a mindless fool. Schools will throw shit in your scope of the world but don’t do the sort of damage that takes any hold. Only you get to decide what makes you happy. So please, go ahead and redefine what is already half written, half baked, and totally in control of your life’s walk.
Watching the stars at night. Why? Because fuck you, that’s why… OK, perhaps more constructively. Because the world will burn when the sun explodes and we are not in that day but one night, just like this, it will happen and then the darkness will cease but first it will be just like this. Because to dance in the moonlight under these stars, the same ones, is the business of lovers and writers and prisoners and kings and all the greats doing their greatest of things. So why not dance with them even if time and space gets in the way? Make that your day, this night, under these stars which you see because they have inspired such intrepid needless and pointless gallant a waltz to no tune without a step making a flatter earth. And keep on coming up with reasons if you want. No one is stopping you nor can they. Happiness is subjective if you take the reigns and decide it is what you want them to be.
When without this dire able mindedness is a crazy bloke. Yes, all those who would answer the otherwise call best be dubbed a loon. Because they are adhering to laws without reason and rhymes that try to spell instead of match sounds with likewise sounds. The point of being happy is no return nor reward for a good deed but a choice at all the time unless you start waving another flag. And so often we do… and too often is even one moment. Get off the losing team, they’re raping your mother.
It is not letting go but letting loose. Such so normal existence and goodness can now go.
