The trick to happiness is to find
something that makes us feel good
I think of beauty and security, of
great deeds in history, of all that
is pure and good and worthy - yet
nothing strikes the note of joy
I have to gather my floating thoughts
into a very tight bunch, force them to
focus on one thing only - until they
remain focused and do not scatter
and run away - I need to overcome
a lack of strong direction
Like a cyclotron I increase the speed
of every atomic thought inside my head
forcing all into an explosion; hoping
mutual annihilation will set me free
from the influence of negativity -
if positive ions will remain...
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