In Search of Happiness



They’re tall and young and beautiful.

They know the things they want.

Their steps in rhythm and tragedy

Will echo through the years.

In search of something wonderful

They trod in shadowed world.

Their high heels pinning down again

New ashes, garbage, dirt.

And even though they know of other

Of other ways to fill themselves

With warm sensation of sublime,

The butterflies of night will not

End search until they proudly burn.