2 December 2012
Happy words are hard to find There must be something wrong Thoughts turn down darkest paths I must give a little whistle to find my song
A gloomy day and rain clouds loom It's time for drastic measures Open inner eye and let subconscious speak It's time for guilty pleasures
Walking down the icy street Misfortune spread across our land Despite the mood my heart skips a beat When I feel you take my hand
The eerie silence of self doubt Broken by the sound of my kids laughing Bursting noxious bubbles When I fart while I am bathing
Happy Words • Opuss № I