Let’s give it up to the happy fools
And let us pray they will forever remain fools
Because as long as I lived, I’ve never met an unhappy fool.
It’s easy to say they’ve been gifted by the genetic lottery.
The gift of blindness has nevermore been so gracious,
For they cannot see the fiery rebukes of the so-called hell that we live in,
Nor feel the aching pierce of a broken heart.
Therefor, I sit back in envy.
Behind the shadows of every man’s lost dream
It keeps you cold and astray,
But with every thought of hope it’s like a break of light
The sun moves across you, standing in a half-light
And we’re going to hold what we felt at the break of light
Make it our escape from the miserable allusion we have created for ourselves
While the happy fools remain in the light of the sun
We dance across the broken grounds, trying not to touch any cracks.
Oblivious to the fact that ignorance is bliss
We tread across an unknown depth of water
Happy fools on the other hand,
Tread across unknown water but do not fear it.