The Feel-Good Road
More often than not, I chose the feel-good road.
The road of instant gratification.
Everybody smiling within the veneer of hardship.
The lazy man's road, lined in devil's blood and madness.
The other road was long and tedious.
Lined with breadcrumbs and thin-ribbed people.
Playing dominoes with beer-painted fingertips.
They were born within the cocoon of reality and truth-
It came naturally to them. They were the struggle itself.
BUT THEY WERE HAPPY-happy they were.
On the feel-good road, thin slippers slap the vomit of untruth.
Unattainable wants and unsustainable happiness.
I existed on the feel-good road and became spiritually broke.
A paper mâché skiff upon a reef made of metal.
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