happiness
as i waited at the bus berth for 282 after a rather unproductive, but expected night of wasteful expenditure, i can't help but notice that almost everyone who walked past wore the same listless and rather unhappy look on their faces. noticebly, about 5 girls who,had actually no relation to each other said goodbye to their clique of friends/boyfriend on 5 different occasions on this same humid night put on the same expression after they were done with their goodbyes...
does everyone look so bored once the fun is over?
if so, then what's the point of being happy, if it only lasts awhile
sensuous ecstatic melancholic joy.
what is the actual value of happiness after we minus off the bidding of farewell hugs and kisses, when enjoyment ends or when finances run out, when loved ones die when day turns to night and vice versa
So much for all the fun we had, it served well
and now it's' gone and they're wasted on time.
So much for your lingering sense of attraction, it served well
and now it's gone and now i've no time left.
So much for this hazy night, it served well
and now it's gone and i've wasted it away.