I Imagined
I imagined the world so perfect
Imperfect as it was.
The non-troublesome it could be
But that is not what I got.
My enthusiasm from childhood
Started to fade away.
A condition called delusion
Made my day.
But the Void within
Cried without
That the happiness
Made a loud shout.
The world was now a happy place
From within, if not from without.
The place inside was controllable
Happiness it was.
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