The Pursuit of Happiness

(as i wrote this i could not help thinking that more and more it sounded like Bob Dylan maybe one of the greatest poets of my time. i preferred my first version of this piece but it was just too close to "blowing in the wind". i still think this too is really close in concept and not nearly as well written. still there are words here that never hurt to hear. i will let you be the judge. with all the love in my heart i offer you this modest write) you don't know more because you're grey you might as well count your rolls in the hay i do know now that sometimes it snows in spring and that not every one respects their wedding ring but still i wonder just how many more guns do we need before we can have a lasting peace a real good deed but still why do people need to curse and yell to be heard before they try to offer an  embrace or just a kind word and tell me just how much does it really cost today to rent a week of forest just to watch the wildlife play also let me know how many billions can one man make while it's his brothers and sisters that he'll  forsake i know sometimes you have to close your eyes to see i know you have to strip your ego if you want to be happy and just how many lovers must one person take before the time comes  when all of it feels fake i wonder how much liquor can one man drink before even he can't stand his own stink and how many wins does anyone need before the trophies start to feel like greed how many punches does it take to bring one person down and how will we learn when it's better to stay on the ground and when will we learn to let love take the lead procure a sensible calm slow down our speed you know it seems like forever since we've been at war with all our weapons and still nothing but blood and gore and why do they think it's better to bomb, destroy it all just so the other side we haven't even identified will fall they'll never give peace a chance there's always other picks and you know they would rather compare the size of their...