Happiness and ...
I am an addict, An addict to what? To a number of addictions. I need to see a psychologist, Yet I dont have the money, So I take an alternative, By adhering to steps told by the net. Massive readings are done, Hours are taken to digest, And days are devoted in applying, But the above fail to push away the addictions. Like a drug-addict, Hanging around with the addicts, Socialising with the addicts, And thinking about the addictions, Worsen my addictions. Lying on the bed, Having nothing but wild thoughts, Accompanied by evil inner voices, Bewilder my emotion. The net is disappointing, 'Find someone', they suggest. Out of a massive public, An angel detected, Wearing a human mask, But having a magic stick under his rob, That with an 'Alacadabra', Heals every addiction. Yet angel is an everyone saviour, He goes around waving his stick, That sometimes those who are aided, Adore him too much, Flooded him with unnecassary compliments. Angel ca