Now that you’re
happy, what do you do?
Now that there’s
no haste, now that there’s enough,
What do you do?
Do you leave
the cave to climb the mountain?
Do you exchange
the halo for the king’s crown?
The marginality
of your emotions might suggest otherwise,
But now that
you’re a pig satisfied, what do you do?
The thesis that
was your foundation got exposed,
Under the
antithesis of the pragmatic lens
Now that the
synthesis of your existence is complete,
What do you do?
If all that you
had to say has already been said,
Is it safe to
assume that nobody heard?
Well self-indulgence
is luxury accompanying reclusion,
And now that
you’re all by yourself, what do you do?
You reside in
utopia, dreams and reality undistinguished.
The seas of
your mind always at peace, as if stagnated.
Are you awake
or are you sleeping?
Now that the
night and the day have lost their purpose,
What do you?
Now that you
are done being happy, what do you do?
