Forced Fun

got no need for artificial in this place, got no need for smiles when there’s nothing to smile about---not saying that there’s not bliss…but what we want, what we want is TRUE bliss, what we want is to sip the nectar that comes from the small things! what we need is the warmth that comes from a good friend’s hug, what we want is a long time coming & we stand at the command, you & i, one in the same & while we be wallowing in the trenches, you know we’re dancing to the same beat--- you know deep deep down, we’re dancing to the same beat & though tomorrow may be gone & though it all might burn up a disastrous pyre in the next hour, don’t be the kind of tyrant that lays down the law, that makes ya walk the line when ya done nothing wrong, for you & i are only here but for a moment & then POOF, we be gone, but right now we’re carbon stepping atop the very light of the brightest Autumn day, just carbon shaking hands with carbon, waiting for the axe to drop & dodging bullets, but ya got to know that demanding that it all be good 100% of the time is a form of authoritarian massaging that can only bring unhappiness when eventually the lie wears off, cause’ they always run out (may be able to manufacture as quickly as you can blink, but…), they always run out & so right now, right as of now, we be dancing to the same beat, tip-tapping to the real feelings that come when spontaneously combusted by events that call for it, burst after burst, after burst!