happy lie sad truth

either i'll be happy, or sad

And i wish not to be either

For happiness always comes with a degree of foolishness

And sadness comes with stabbing clarity

And i wish to feel none of it.

So i do, that is what.

The rose seizes to feel - no more. dead.

Here i remain, with myself. 

Nobody but  my quiet self. 

Sometimes, 

The weeds of some random 

Feeling bubble up to resurface 

But quick as i can, i burst it - a poem

So that i may focus on what 

Needs to be done and nothing

More because it is irrelevant

And gets in the way of 

Things that need to be done.