Mood Surgery

How to keep on living through the end of days
How to not be crippled by the sadness of this age
The finitude of resources is purely material
For the wellsprings of our feelings there is no human gauge
To look at the world with open eyes
And have a tiny child
And bear the brunt of what awaits them
And do it with a smile
Is really all that any parent's ever done
The world was always gonna end
And everyone was always gonna die
And nobody ever really had any friends, for more than a minute
Because my happiness is your hurt
And all love entails betrayal
And no one ever had anything won
Without someone else cursed to fail
And part of me longs to embrace the dirt
Just let volcanic ash blanket me
Because no one ever felt anything good
Without someone else condemned to jail


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