They draw comic books on anger reds
And write songs on depression blues,
But no one really talks about
The Mood Magenta that permeates
When reds and blues come together.
So what if someone hangs themselves?
So many have died. What is one more?
Why am I so mad and sad?
Why am I so serious at all?
This is just how things always are.
This is just another here and now.
This is just the stuff that makes up life.
This is just another passing poem.