Happiness is a pursuit long forgotten,
As men seek material wealth.
Happiness is a need always sought,
Yet men think more money means wealth.

Happiness is an emblem unknown,
Yet it sits in plain view,
With it's meaning, not shown,
As the bluster and cold looks of men dressed in black,
Walk streets in dark-fit tone.

Structure steals from nature,
Denying old flow,
Of stream water in endless cycles;
Instead they ask you to row.

"Left, right, left, right, left, right,
Correct!" "Please choose a side,
As it is your souls we collect."

Your spirits, your mind, and what makes you human,
Will be taken from flow a thousand years old,
And told just what to do.

Told just what to do,
By you, and you only;
As choice is clear advocate,
Of an existing reality,
Which sifts with the tides of the dead and the dying,
Despite all illusions, you've stopped with you're trying.