retiring from the pursuit of happiness

the city turns to gold
when the sun goes down
and the moon looks closer
another monument in the sky
i find peace
in feeling small
and less alone
next to heroes made of stone

lights in the sky
fourth of July
explosions of guilt in my heart
i’m sorry
i needed a fresh start
there was a life i didn’t want to miss
i was too young
too hopeful
to retire from the pursuit of happiness