i smile to myself
thinking, soaking
vast space, dreams
life could be easy
if i forget my needs
go with current flow
like loose leaf blown
'til stuck to fence
fade to days go by
how about those people
that toil all day long
no time for themselves
with a power of pills
they go wasting flesh
some pass quietly, sad
i hope they were happy
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