Happiness, its like a pill, it makes your sadness mute. When your sadness returns you pop in another, but soon the pill does nothing because your immune to it, it travels through your body numbing the pain. I have taken many of these pills, at first it makes you happy and jittery inside, then you become wired, wired to the pill. Always wanting and wanting it more as the doses increase and as your pain shines through, for when you run out of the happiness pill you become like me. Depressed, deprived, sadden with may tears and restless nights of sleep, tossing and turning and turning and tossing, weeping and moaning, moaning and weeping. There is no way to tell when your sadness will go away, but if you take the pill called happiness your in for a harsh time.
A Pill of Happiness
July 5, 2009