When being happy brings happiness but you write only misery and you think to yourself there's something not right with me and you write more misery because you're so very happy,

the circle is sometimes not round and that's a fact because some space thing out somewhere has cracked things wide open and here's hoping the black hole's just a warning
but if the odds are just one stack too high
we might as well fall into the misery and when we die
I wonder will that be an ecstasy or just happiness there at the end of me?

It's balderdash really
but
if you deal me an ace
I can face it.