Delusions Of Happiness [POEM]

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Delusions Of Happiness

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ıllı Anneliese Mak ıllı

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The universe is big;

it's a complex, a network,

of everything and nothing,

It is quite ridiculous

as to how we end up living here,

this crazy, nonsensical world

that's just filled with miracles,

For instance, books are weapons,

we forge knowledge into a sharp blade

to cut away the ignorance,

that, or throw it to someone,

I am definitely mad,

a mad man that has this big, mad box,

this might not sound as important,

but it is— so take note, eh?

Especially as time flies,

for in truth, we are vulnerable

like the children which we oft tell

to grow up, faster, right now,

And that's the bad side of life;

to trap children with expectations,

already planning out their lives

when they just barely started,

Why can't adult just stay calm?

Let the children explore this big world

in the eyes that's just innocent

as the smiles on their faces,

After all, bad things will come,

it'll break those smiles into fragments,

but worry not— one bad thing can't

ruin a whole lot of good,

Likewise, good things cannot

heal what was broken beyond repair,

it doesn't soften the wounds left

by all the things that are bad,

So while one can get a hold

of things like riches or otherwise,

there's but one thing that one should have,

and that is a hand to hold,

Yes, for one could get lost

into the vast emptiness of space,

and space is ever expanding,

forever growing and all,

So match this expanding plane

with imagination just as big,

it is the best plan one could make,

if it's not— pretend it is!

This is the optimist's life;

to have improbable ideas

yet follow it regardless of

one might think, or may not thought,

And I'd like to simply think

that some days are uniquely special,

happy days, sorrowful days,

all days are but special days!

Why do I think just like this?

Well, truth be told, life just gets me, yeah?

And this is called being alive,

and I'm alive, that's for sure,

So don't think I would sit still

while fantastical things do happen,

there's something that keeps going on

even if no-one's aware,

Nothing could ever stop me

from jumping to and fro, in and out,

after all, life is a story,

so let's make it a good one,

Alright? Then come, follow me!

Allons y!

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ıllı Ian Espinosa ] ıllı

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