Mr Irrational is Happiness

I don't think happy people are very sane

All smiling; all teeth and tongue and gums

They look like a******s, every one of them

Every single last one

Swimming in that disgusting soup of hopeful insanity

With all that free time, it could be worse so very much worse

I suppose

The devilry of a muted reality is in the free time I should think

All that time with no noise gets a mind thinking

Making creation from absence; killing the boredom

What follows, sometimes it's fine filtered water

Othertimes manic, disillusioned

What does it sound like in your head?

When you close your eyes and fill your mind with sensory deprivation...

With warm idiot thoughts stupid in your bed

In a trance, completely muted; I think that's happy

Inside your own head

Selecting then muting selected realties

Dreaming the gaps

A form of motion that's static in concept

And mostly insane

It's alright to be happy

And insane is just fine

We all gotta be something

We gotta kill time