The Immediate Decline of a Preemptive Presumption

There was melancholy wafting in the horizon,
I had gotten used to seeing it out the window,

and in the haze of my contentment,
of my own surreality,
I started noticing its dissipation,

then again,
maybe it was still there,
cloaked in a different color,

or maybe I was color blind,

or maybe I was looking for differences,

if something was different,
then none of this would stay the same,

I got good at guessing,
and then second guessing myself,

so these were the so called haunts of being happy,
the ability to relish in something until you realize the stagnancy here on cloud nine,

so I started throwing out milk before it went bad,
and I started cutting the grass before it browned,

and in my attempts to outsmart the onslaught of misery,
I noticed something,

these were all just artificial ingredients