Osmosis

If happiness was water,
And pain, the membrane.
Would you take the innocent to slaughter,
And nurture the sick and insane?

Is it passive to hate others,
For superficial things?
Is happiness the laughter,
Of lunatics and the deranged?

There is no protection in numbers,
If you're a human being.
Just more instabilities to discover.
Not much of a team.

Just happiness draining down a stream.
I'm like a rock in water.
No osmosis.
Just intriguing.