"There's a bluebird in my heart"

After a lifetime of riding the apathy bus you become the driver. Time gathers days for you like grapes and experience churns them into vinegar.
You are force-fed an image of happiness being locked in a jar on the top shelf. A shelf that you're not tall enough to reach. Sometimes you stare at it, like cats do, at washing machines. Inert, but curious. Still, it's not so bad.
Where others keep your joy from you, you do the same to everybody else. At some point tho', the cycle must break. All heartache is but a wind in a ghost town. Don't bother running after girls, boys, cars. All things lose their charm when they're possessed.
Be content with watching sometimes. Just watching the warm bodies melting in the neon coated sidewalks of life.
The secret to being a victor is not victimising others but to never be a victim yourself. This world packs fears in plastic bags and ships them to your local supermarket. So lay in the grass and forget about the anxiety of getting caught in the revolving doors. There's a bluebird in your heart...