Emotion
Went to the man who sells emotion
To buy anger, get sad free
He held up a cup of happy
Said he had a deal for me
Said “I know what you’re looking for
Too bad it can’t be found
Not enough forgiving
And a little too much sound
But I can give you something
To help take of the edge
A little sour maybe
But it’ll pull you from the ledge
You see this one’s called happy
And some say it doesn’t exist
They say it lives in fairy tales
But I’ll show you it’s no myth”
He gave me a drink of his potion
And the world began to fade
I saw only what I wanted
In the world my sub-conscious made
There was nothing there to choke me
Nothing there to bring me down
But a little too much forgiving
And not quite enough sound
So I reeled back from my daydream
And said it’s not for me
I need my world of chaos
Not a blindfold dream
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