by Jeph Johnson
People all around me seem
To get with other people
For the sole purpose of
Making themselves unhappy
I want to be with someone
To make me happy
Yet I'm the one who is told
"That's unhealthy"
Mathematically healthy is unhappy
Nonsense World
The mathematical probabiies of being happy. With someone who makes you happy? The calculations are astronomical. Nice rant!
This World Makes No Sense to me.
Like your poem; we generaly need another person in our lives to help make sense of the world, not if your unhappy with it then you and your parnter can always make your own world and what's to be important in it; thought provocation.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57