Saturday, May 28, 2011

The Drug

My soul feels weak, because you are so strong
The pain is so immeasurable that no pleasure sings anymore
If only I could cut off your clawful grip
If only
I

Could


Then I would be happy

But wait!
Is not joy attainable anywhere
Perhaps it'll be even here
Only one way to find out

I am happy
I have joy
Joy has me
We are friends

Oh no, not again
Sadness endangers me
It's chained my head to my chest
How do I escape from it

Oh yeah, happiness, joy
Joy of exploration

Wooo

No, not again....etc

etc

etc

etc

My wife

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