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Happiness (After Sekou the Misfit)

Ask me, Ask me now daddy. What I want to do when I grow up. I want to be happy. No, not happy I want to be happiness. I want to be joy and cheer and admiration Confidence and peace and optimism I don’t want to be like others, no, I want to be love. The smile that comes across your face when they say your name, The look that makes your heart skip a beat, The song that makes you rethink every second you spent together. I don’t wanna be the poem, I wanna be the emotion behind it, Not the first kiss, let me be the nerves, Not the dance, let me be the excitement, Not the Officiant, let me be the vows. When I grow up, I don’t wanna be a doctor mommy. I want to be the feeling when someone’s told there’s a cure, Or when a parent finds out their child will live to be a teenager, Or maybe I want to be 3 in the morning when a mother holds her child for the first time. I want to be affection and adoration and passion Oh, I want to be passion. Let me be passion. So that you cannot do without me, because nothing without me has meaning. So that when you are playing the final strain or scoring the winning goal, Or writing the last chapter or finishing the last paint stroke, You will think of me. Maybe I’ll be allegiance or devotion or respect. I won’t be the soldier, I’ll be the loyalty. Or the surprise in a child's heart when their dad comes home early, Maybe I’ll be the feeling when a father meets his baby for the first time, And the child already knows his name. I want to be piety and faith and worship. I don’t want to be the pastor, I’ll be the lesson. Maybe I’ll be the obligation behind the first baptism or first communion. Maybe I’ll be the words when someone so low is told someone loves them. I’ll be the salvation of the gospel, The redemption to the guilty, The forgiveness to the sinners. When I grow up, I want to be the opposite of sorrow, The antonym of misery, The reverse of fear, The contradiction of rejection, The antithesis of disappointment, The inverse of insecurity, I want to be the alleviation of anxiety, The ease of pain, When I grow up, I want to be happy.
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