I long for peace and quiet from myself

I’ve only ever felt sorrow and hollowed

I creep around the gloomy streets

Looking to find something that will defeat the somber

Something to cure my ache and solve my headache

Something to restore my pain and rid the fake

He has a number of options to choose of emotions

Longings of things that people have failed to have stolen

Assortments of sadness, prosperity, anger, mild

I spot my antidote behind the pile of fear

A yellow jaw that reads ‘happiness’ is there

Full of sparkles and wonders without any thunders

This, is what I need right here