I am in a ball
An air-conditioned one
Quite happy inside
Inside we smile
Only cry from happiness
Overflowing
With happily ever afters
Unending unconditional
Love
Love
But time is calling
In the name of adulthood
Forcing me to leave
The ball
To a world
of pain...of consciousness
Of hurt....of hate
Of hopelessness
Oh reality!
How terrible is adulthood!
If only I could turn the clock around
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