L'ami Intime Magritte

Perhaps I'll never utter another thing of interest Face outwards, think inwards Enjoy bread and wine Just like others do The sky will bring joy I just need to spend time here Being the same as the rest Do I drop my shoulders or hunch them? These "others" are they happy with their lot? Are all my thought bubbles behind my back? Should they be simple things now? Bread and wine ends the day "Oh how happy I am!" You can tell a lot by a shoulder... Just as that stare lasts too long We have happiness components Not happiness Both bread and wine are poison Sedate and placate Why was I here? Ahh yes, saying nothing of interest...