Happiness came by my window, looked inside and left

There’ll be no farming there

The tricksters dance and throw their malicious grins

Come join our despair

Freedom from complexity

Love us for our sins

We chase and run full bore into the darkness

We are the same regardless of affiliation

We despair We destroy

We consume

Press Pause Contemplate

There is more good than that

The good are quiet the good are polite

By no means pretentious

But they roam free

They smile they nod

However quiet they number in the billions

Their joy is a witness to the wonder of life

They are your neighbor, that stranger,  you

They laugh they suffer they bliss



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