Muse

Sometimes, on sleepysunnysummer days,
When Uncertainty and Hope come hand-in-hand,
Followed closely by crazed thoughts of love and happiness
In bum-like accuracy,
And it is impossible to not mull things over,
Helped by a shot of whiskey,
And -- l'inévitable -- cigarettes,
One begins to wonder:
For the sake of adventure,
You shouldn't ever know about the happy.