Oh to be happy, to not care how others judge me.
To be free from restraint that this world so dutifully provides,
To be directed towards achievement.
As opposed to the sofa, where my arse already resides.
One day at a time does one find best
To set upon ones journey, their own path, your quest.
To endeavor, discover that happiness does not discriminate.
Until then though, ill accept such a proposal as
"Wanna go pub? Mate".
I know I'm young. It's futile thinking too far ahead.
I might get carried away, and lose sight of the present.