Living a life of confusion
Where everything appears to be a mess
And weird to be precise
A flight of birds came to bring that sort of happiness
Take away the gloom squeezed in the life
But it wouldn’t happen, for it is good to be in gloom
It is good to think about it
It is good to lament the happy memories
It brings a better person out of you
Who knows what it means to be sad?
And how precious the happiness really is
How lovely it is to be in the delightful aura around you
How cruel life looks like once enters the sadness
I am not happy but I am happy to be sad.