Few Words

Don’t be sad, be melancholic Don’t feel glad, feel Quixotic In aims to articulate You become everything you hate All in Few words Don’t be sorry, be repentant You’re not pissed off, you’re infuriated These memories become Pieces of a future whole But that whole is always in the future So you become a hole to fill with films and literature An unending and unerring opening It goes on into endless night But the next time you’re stifled Caught for words, tongue-tied Just say what it is you know Don’t pry for the superior “Happy” “Sad” “Angry” “I love you” There’s nothing more than Few words