WIP. words are still in progress and might be changed at any moment What is it, is it Joy and Whimsy? If I'm not sad does that mean I'm happy? If I don't want to die, does that mean I want to live? It's not a tear of crying, It's not a wail of anguish. Does that make it joy and whimsy? If I'm not rapturous, does that mean I'm miserable? If I'm not peaceful, does that mean I'm violent? It's not a squeal of happy, It's not a grin of tranquil. Does that make it misery and sobriety? I've lost the middle ground, I'm pulled from side to side. There is no compromise, there is only black or white. There is a left and right, an up and down. Can't find the gray, the center, the eye
