Emotions forms a harbored knife, that penetrates the heart
Inebriation dulls its edge – but not to kill it’s dart.
We drink, we smoke, we sublimate – to crucify sensation,
How blindly we find ways to change our mood – for recreation.
“Love is the only answer”, so the flower children say –
But what of learning how to love the feel of every day?
We sell our souls, to numb our hearts, avoiding pain (and pleasure)
Complacency becomes our goal – such nothingness we treasure.
How foolishly we run from life – and leave the truth behind,
In desperate search of happiness – we’ve lost our peace of mind.