Welled up with choked emotions
Holding tight grief of letting go
Find an ear to pour it in
Look around there's an ear so
No balm better than a smiling face
No balm better than a perky tone
No balm better than a hand in hand
No pain worse than suffering alone
Letting go can be cleansing
If you see the convoluted fun
Just don't fill the void in a hurry
Bad filler is worse than none
Life is but an optimization game
And dollops of macabre constraints
Winning is finding the best of stations
Losing is just being restrained