Just think about good stuff
That life may bring
Just kill the thought
That you will die in pain
It doesn’t matter
Where and when
It’s a result
When our bodies
Are left for good
I see that place
From time to time
There’s only joy and peace
I know it’s not a fake
From fucking “chemical imbalance”
I may seem like a fool
Which I’ll pretend to be
But I am more like
Hopeless guru
That pays with pain
For having this exclusive
Well, let us call it knowledge.