The world is-
a fucked up place
a place for the mindless
a place where a mouthful can be mindful
a place for you to be sad.
The world is a fucked up place.
and you will try to escape it,
but the rangers of the world are relentless
pity them, for they do not know that they range
pity them, for they do not recognize the darkness they carry on their backs
pity them, for they think their escalation is supreme
pity them, for they are fucked up too.
Pity them but do not join them,
this is for your own good-
the true good,
don’t you join the traders of the world
don’t you join the keeper of keys
don’t you join the giver of things
and don’t you join the maker of slaves
for this world is put in front of you as a test
A test!
If you are sad, you’re not failing.
If you want to buy happiness, buy it
If you want to snatch it from someone else, snatch it
If you want to steal it from someone, steal it
but know that what you possess will not be real,
Happiness that is bought will be outdated
Happiness that is snatched will come with guilt
Happiness that is stolen will be lost.
You can catch a butterfly and remove its wings and put it on your shoulders,
but you cannot catch it’s flight.
If you choose to not buy,
you’re winning it.
Buy you should also choose to not listen,
If you have to listen,
Listen to the sparrow in your lawn
listen to the rain,
listen to the thunder too
but do not listen to what the TV says
for a TV only radiates greed.
for a TV only radiates fear.
Don’t you listen to the gate keepers
Don’t you listen to the slave makers
Don’t you listen to god like men
be god, do god !
If you want to be happy look around,
but be careful where you stand when you look,
do not stand where there is blood
do not stand where there is crowd
do not stand where things are falling
heck, do not stand where things are going up
stand, if you have to
under a tree,
beside a river that has not met a city yet
stand in the rain,
be sad if you have to
but I doubt you will be able to
If you want to speak,
speak to yourself,
speak to a rock,
speak to a dog,
If you need to speak to a human,
speak to a child
but do not introduce yourself
remember, you are sad
there is no joy in sharing sadness.
If you are sad, you have seen it
you have seen what they are hiding behind the flash
you have seen that happiness is not found in the lake they swim
you have seen their lies
you have seen their crime
you have seen the devil
and you are not played by the devil’s tune.
But hope,
there is happiness somewhere
if you are sad, you will look for it
if you find it, share it.
when you find it, share it.
but speak not to the world,
for the world is a fucked up place,
speak to a child,
and remember, do not introduce yourself
until you feel happy.
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