of unhappy souls
all lost in a land of darkness
each
of their own creation
sure,
there were others
who helped in their way
in the creation
of a world of grief
but the relief
can only be found
when one sees
the world as it is
all mirage
all an illusion
it's such a happy
conclusion:
none of us need
to feel sad
there's no real reason
to feel bad
when it's all
in our own imagination
may just as well
imagine us glad
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