The cure to the disease
Sparkling and wondrous
the cure to the disease
Experiencing unease
take these pills
tiny white capsules
that won’t make you ill
distilled love
wonder from above
the cure like forest bathing.
misbehaving
often the cure is the disease of a life
lived without regrets
all targets missed and not met
But to try
is to live and not die
a love fragile
but agile enough to succeed
to bleed is to be alive
To breathe is to thrive
the madness the sickness
is to expect no pain
no sadness in the rain
sunshine that burns the skin
balance is boring
whatever gets you through
is the life you choose to do