Happy
Years pass by, he starts wondering why?
Buys himself something interesting, that telly on sale seems a nice little thing.
Grand and proud he walks... of his new plasma he talks.
Happy for a bit... in an hour he won't even notice it.
Sigharta forsaw what what was bothering us. Follow his his truth and you shall find yourself thus.
Happiness comes and happiness goes.
Happiness is a fugitive friend... but beware, once it's broken... it's hard to mend.
//OSS
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