As a child that you did,
That made you happy, but today don't seem,
Completely valid,
For how could something that makes you feel so good,
Actually be good for your life?
Surely, most of your time must be filled with tasks,
And duties defined by strife,
For there are countless others in the world,
Who are just like that,
And nothing but priviledge could yield any more,
And that is just bad.
But, alright,
Just imagine what if,
Everyone suddenly did what they want.
Couldn't that be bliss?
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