Truly no literally , i am conjested,
in this world of desire as i seek ,
i did my best, i know you did too,
then why we feel conjested,
shouldnt we be happy about it?
or it just didnt feel good?
what can we do to make ourselves happy ,
i ask everyone, i know you do too,
i am alone and so are you,
why i am not content,
even though this poem tells me i am pretty shrewd.
i dont think this happiness person wants just a successful robot,
he wants a host merry enough to understand his own thoughts,
so i hope this poem tells you to to be a happy failure,
nothing success can buy if you are deadline saviour.