So many reasons to ask this question
So many scales of the high variation
High on laughter, high on stress, so high your high is highly unstable
Begin to laugh, shout, scream, jump for joy and cry at the same time, physically able?
How?
Did you drink? smoke? did someone merely piss on your shoes?
No wait, that was all you; happy yet constantly plagued by psychological woes
Are you perfect? is there a perfect someone? why do you care about perfection that is non-existent?
Why?
All these questions buzz and swarm around like the bees that stung you just last night.
Yes these questions sting, how people will view you, if they will support you, your idea of success becomes a fright
Nightmarish and obscure as to what is really scary
So vague as to why the subject makes you wary
Life is but a cat and mouse show spinning on a merry go round
Confusing, repetitive, insane yet still completely sound
Your pillow spent the night absorbing your tears
Why you were crying no one knows and no one cares
To say the least, all some really want to know is what’s wrong
They care not about helping to make it right
Society causes so many problems and acts like its Hollywood‘s fault
Extravagant Hollywood, the place of actors…befitting is it not?
Maybe its the songs
Having a heart attack and knowing that someone is trouble doesn’t stop you from falling in love
But it might encourage you to die lonely
Sad, alone, a dried up hag or maybe not solely
People have been through tornadoes and windstorms
Others have been through the paparazzi, some say it’s basically the same
You might wonder what all this has to do with the title
But I tell you it does, the more you think you understand the less you really do
Enjoy the things in life that are little
And then of course the answer is no.