Sadness

The sensitiveness that's really overwhelming,
Above all others are the feelings.
Now irresistible is just the thing,
To get me wondering if feelings are resistless.

The sophistication that's really painful,
Above all others is the disillusionment.
A disillusionment is unpleasant. a disillusionment is sore,
a disillusionment is biting, however.

When I think of the weariness, I see a painful horror.
Now muzzy is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the weariness is confused.

I cannot help but stop and look at overwhelming feelings.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the feelings,
Gently they go - the resistless, the overpowering, the irresistible.

I cannot help but stop and look at the painful disillusionment.
Now poignant is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the disillusionment is dreadful.

The temporary state that's really big,
Above all others is the weariness.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the weariness,
Gently it goes - the larger-than-life, the prodigious, the expectant.

I saw the the zany sorrow of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the grief.
Now goofy is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the grief is humorous.

The nightshade that's really afraid,
Above all others is the bittersweet.
Now concerned is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the bittersweet is disinclined.

A shame, however hard it tries,
Will always be cruel.
Now vicious is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the shame is unkind.