Communication 88

who I am

inside your head
switchboards dialing
connecting, wiring
burning out, then
reproducing,
raw fossil fuel desires
stoking the fires,
your decisions
are required to
reconnect the wires 
how come I can’t recreate it? 
‘Happiness’, it’s so complicated,
this pill I take
there’s just no forgetting
this brain of mine
just needs resetting,
whilst those around me smiling
know nothing of the state I’m in,
there’s no denying that science
isn’t my saviour, this chemical
tested on monkeys
influences my behaviour,
I can’t stand the sickness,
the coma, the fight,
I’ve just got to get through tonight,
maybe then things will change
maybe my delusion is
something I need to see through
the illusion, that happiness
isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,
and in fact sadness
brings out the best in me,
and makes me ‘Who I Am’