RSoD

Happiness is a mystery,

the mystery of ages:

a pain that wages

but doesn't hurt at all.

It's the fire that warms

but doesn't burn the heart,

the spirit that possesses

but doesn't harm the flesh.

Even so, as quick as it comes, it goes.

And if you manage to keep her for long,

just as she comes, she soon is gone

and you can't feel her presence anymore,

even when she's at the mind's shore.

Someone said, and they couldn't be more right:

sadness has no end; happiness does.

It's a harsh maxim, but it's true, just as the moon

rises above the ocean.

Happiness is a mystery,

the mystery of eons:

a pain that wages

but doesn't hurt at all.

A curse that lingers

for generations to come,

and still is seen as

the best curse that's ever been.

As I take a bow, the curtain closes

and the world chooses

to keep moving irregardless.

As Vera Lynn once said:

we'll meet again, don't know where,

don't know when, but I know we'll meet again

some sunny day.

For now I take a bow

the curtain comes down

the world goes out

and I go inside.

I know we'll meet again, yes,

though I am not sure it'll be sunny

nor am I sure we'll meet in fact

for as I go inside,

I plan never to come back out.

That was my last bow, the last curtain,

the final act.

Goodbye it is.

Until time decides it's time

to reunite the ones who've been

apart for so long.

As for me, I don't belong

and I'd rather not.

There'll be an old clock

now long stopped

when you find this.

Please accept my bow,

hear the curtain call

and realize that after all

I'd rather not exist, things would be far easier than they actually are.

Problems would be solved, or they'd never exist at all.

Denying my own existence gives me room to breathe without feeling observed.

If there's no self, there's no judgement and no society nor person to dictate the rules.

How delightful would it be if I did not exist at all.

I am the valley, I am death,

I am a million bees swarming,

I am the shadows of the past.

The darkness over the hills,

the clouds looming above,

the clocks going mute

and the flesh being torn.

I am the walk,

I am the core,

the last resource

and ever more.

I am always dancing

and I am always watching.

I am always laughing

while time passes.

I am the tree and its shadow,

and the sun and its light.

I am the passing of time

and the aging of the world,

don't cry over me, I will not die:

I will be forever more.

I am the light of the stars

eight million light-years afar.

I am the black hole and its darkness,

and I am the void and its nothingness.

Don't you cry when I'm gone

for I'll be everywhere you look.

And don't you weep when I go,

for I''ll be

at the valley.