confusion

have you ever thought that your happiness could pop
that if you got too happy God would snatch it back
sqeeze it till it burstcrack it like an iceberg
and if i stop try to please them all at once
maybe my happiness would shine on selfishly
desicions i can not make promises i can not break
Looking for guidence on a petit filous pot
for wisdom the back of crisp packet
they dont know i seek for more im the seeker of the law
What is right to do in places where silence is required
but all your conscience tells you to do is scream to break the ice
the little man that sits on my shoulder in red he tells me the selfish
and the little in white sits on the other and directs me to whats right
signs and directions i can not followbe it a rabbit with a clock or a umpa hobbit fellow
im alice in a world where i dont know what to do where i dont know where to go what door to open what window to climb out of
whom can i trust
when my heart is full of lust.