Learning To Be Happy

Looking for order

The good from the bad



And finding we were wrong


It’s because we are young

Still with eyes wide

Still with dreams real

Still to be hurt one time too many


Take God if you can

But I always wonder

Take anything that fills that hole


It is time

To put childish things to bed

To rest

it is time to except

It is time to conform

To relax until death


Compromise your soul

Now is the time –

but my watch has stopped.