today a black man told me: our lips, our noses, our hearts - they are all the same it's just the melanin in our skin that makes people think we are different. and I thought man - that's true, but you could as well say we are all just humans.
Happiness is simply defined: The absence of humanity's natural depression That which binds all human life by rightful sorrow For our disconnection with our mortal purpose And our delusional yet rational will for the advent of tomorrow No man, woman, or child deserves their next day But the intangible emotion of God guides the way So in that sense happiness isn't the absence of anything Rather, our internal need to survive letting itself sing.