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.
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.