Treading down a sylvan path one day,
Innocent face, happiness made my face gleam.
I heard a scream,
Of a girl, would you help me please?
Of course I would, guide me to your restraint!
And so she did, I reached that place
A quagmire! I exclaimed!
I couldn’t un-do what was done,
A woman of commitment was I made.
I found a rope and hurled towards her.
It’s not so easy, to set me free.
Not so easy,
There’s a deal (suffocation made her wheezy).
The trade goes this way,
For every gram of happiness you lose,
By an inch, I elevate.
About my decisions, I divulged my rues
But of no use!
A woman of word was I made.
She was bad at math,
Or so it seemed;
Even when I’d given her all of my happiness,
Out of the mire, she barely crept.
But I had come to a point
When I couldn’t pursue my journey further
(No happiness, no journey)
And so I rolled a joint,
I plunged into the swamp with her
We smoked and we drowned together.