The Happy One

So thoughtful was the spirit of the being.
So joyful was the day it all became this.
So painful was the pounding of the drum.
So hateful was the mind of the young one.
So graceful was the placement of the words.
So tame was the fire that burned inside.
So determined was the rain that fell on us.
So fearful was the bear that melted my heart.
So bright was the future of the song.
So scornful was the man who ate his bread.
So shriveled was the body that ached to be loved.

Just another day of complaints that all mean the same.
You'll never be the happy one if what you have
Is less important than what you don't.