It’s no use, a wise man told me,

no matter how happy you get it’s gonna get spoiled

You will cry, you will think and you will cry some more

when will you ever learn?

Will you ever escape from the prison of your emotions?

Up, down, love, hate, pain, bliss, yes, no more, less, upper, downer

One day you come crashing down

and go visit a guru who sells you crutches

and ice packs for your pain

And lovely little chants and sweet colored robes

made of flowing silk in pastel shades

And mesmerizing tales of Nirvana

What a wonderful magical escape,

no more thinking just loving feelings

You sit perched on top of a mountain in a big hollow space

with a spaced out head

No more world, no more life just a buzzing sound

in your brain and a vacant stare

What am I doing here?

alright, so what do you need to know?

A wise man told me, it’s all there

You will go on suffering, he said,

until the day you discover that

Love is not a feeling