The epitome of happiness, what could it be?
Is it something we see?
Does the world give you this or is it just temporary,
Have you ever thought what really makes you happy?
Is it just me or there are so many things to consider,
Food there, Girl here, leisure everywhere.
Or is it just not present here,
In this universe, are we really happier?
You say you are happy,
But are you truly?
Nothing can really fulfill in this society
All we can do is feel anxiety.
Exactly nothing can fill you up with joy
everything is not as what they seem
or what we perceived to deem
An utter-less world that has no ploy.
Really Nothing In This World Can Satisfy
Let’s wait for the next life , we can now die.