Oh how our days fill up with useless things
We work ourselves 'til we can work no more
We know that work no happiness it brings
Yet brings us closer to our final door
Our lives are filled with things we don't enjoy
With things we feel obligated to do
So few of us attempt to find true Joy
And therefore find ourselves feeling quite blue
Our lives, we'll find, will slowly pass us by
Whilst zombie-like we wander 'cross this earth
We never stop to smell the scents that fly
Or find how much true happiness is worth
To find the happiness that life can bring
One fills the world with love and childish things
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