There is no joy in this life, in this world,
however, this world, full of distractions,
entertains those who cannot see sorrow
resemble the mirror of joy they feel,
effervescent happiness knows no bounds,
in the moment, each of us are caught up
simply being, doing, having, living,
no concern for the future or the past,
only this present moment brings us joy,
jouissance, we discover ecstasy,
only it does not last, nothing makes sense,
yesterday, my sorrow became delight,
insanity became my sole refuge,
nowhere else could I go to find shelter,
troubled by my childhood but not knowing
how I was accountable as a child,
in this life, you only get to live once,
suffer the little children, those who feel
love, and yet are deprived of happiness,
in love as in life, we become useless,
futile subjects in a world without joy,
even if we wanted to, it's too late,
indeed there is only one way to face
nothingness, meaninglessness, emptiness,
trapped within their own conscience, a prison,
how the rules others impose oppresses
intelligent children who see beyond
silly adults who believe they know best,
worthless to the rest of the world, ruined
originally by their peers, bullies,
reckless without regard for anyone,
living by survival of the fittest,
despite their ignorance, they reproduce.
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