Life has a way of picking at your happiness,
it buries, and makes an effort to destroy the great moments...
but is it true, is the bad not as much part of life as the good,
and the fact that I even ponder it, makes it appear more and more,
so what to do, suicidal boredom, what to do,
when everything ends, but nothing begins, like a overextending nightmarish dream.
So sometimes we must shutdown, reboot the system, because the dimming light of life
is still enough to sparkle the darkness of night.
so time to smile, maybe draw, or maybe write a few mismatched words,
as long as the time goes by, for another day to come on.