Refusing Disassociation

On the ground is where you find the happy ones.
Down, low, very low near the ground.
They are disassociated from the dark.
The ones that smile;
They yawn, laugh, and speak,
The boring ones,
The ones that can’t kiss
They plant flowers in the ground,
Very low, in the ground.
The happy ones are too common to live…
They don’t know how to love.
And they don’t know how to hate.
You recognize what went wrong,
But it’s your secret.
They can’t dream, They don’t know how to sing.