Happiness is a Wet Rag
Restrain yourself
too much.
Aspire
to no longer desire.
Dry out dreams
like dirty clothes.
Action is treacherous,
always wait,
induce a nice paralysis
of indecision.
Wait until someone tells you what to do.
Live inside someone else’s skin
and hate it.
The chaffing is worth it.
Let that unforgettable rash eat and never ease.
Do not soothe it,
but use it.
Bitterness is the key
to not being happy.
Let the bike rust in the yard.
Tie it down in safety.
Let apathy
hang lazily
onto your mentality.
Do not become free.
Be comfortable with being uncomfortable.
And be uneasy
with the theory
of ever
becoming happy.
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