As a child, I was a fool
I remember in school, learning how to be successful
Work hard, save up, and then you can be happy.
I was never happy.

The constant rush of faces. People who didn't know me,  said they did.
I felt like nothing.
to everyone
Bound to collapse.


I'm not happy
Where am I now?
Where am I going?
Most nights, I dream of an escape
being alone, distanced from everything.

But no.

Maybe I’ll just burn it all.
Everything.
A sea of ashes.
Floating away in a decrepit canoe.
Then I could be happy.
Then they would know me,
then I would know myself.


What If I just drove and didn't stop driving, the road my path, the wheel my fate.
But I can't stand the thought of knowing
knowing myself

A fool is happy