lovebirds

if you were to ask me if i was happy, i think my only response would be to laugh. "what is happy?" i would ask. "does anyone know?" i would ask again. to breathe in the totality of such a question is impossible, a task that only prepares the recipient for such despair. "no, i'm not happy" i would say. "i don't know what it means to be happy" i would claim. expectations are nothing but putting an idea in a person's head which can not be achieved. they are a nasty realization of everything once dreamed is not attainable, not foreseeable. quit dreaming day-dreamer, i would say. quit thinking one day it will be better, i would claim. there is no "mrs." in your name, that pipe dream is dust, i would say. that vision dancing above you is lost, that prayer you keep reciting is incomprehensible, i would tell you. god ain't home my friend, and no, he didn't leave a forwarding address. get back to flipping those burgers, get back to counting those pennies, get back from that tunnel you are stuck in because no one is going to give you a ride to paradise, i would say. happy? yeah. i'm happy.