It wasn’t obligatory to be happy only when you’re fulfilled,
Whenever I chevied and drew closer, I came to believe;
The pretence was not deceitful as it was lived fully,
There was a silent scream between the pauses…
As grief explodes the chest in a million pieces,
And sanity, swiftly, eludes like a road-hog.
It wasn’t necessary to look for a stepney,
You await cramp to subside gradually.
The elixir was somewhere in between.