Life isnt very beautiful so they say.
It has this recursive notion of unhappiness or missing happiness and happiness of course.
Of things you have found and lost.
Of expectations of people
Of people you have found and then lost
Of people you met and can never see
Why cant it be simple?
Why is it that we have so many abstractions
Why is there distance at all
Why cant it be simple!!
Why is there truth or lies
Or is it just conflicting interests
At the end of it I ask myself what matters
Fufilling your interests
Bit of sunshine
Freedom from all this and solitary happiness
Knowing what life is all about