Love

Life is indiscriminatory,

one attribute is shared amongst all,

the feeling to pursue happiness.

Many distractions await on the voyage through life;

things like materialism create illusions of happiness.

Only on a deathbed the illusion will fade, unveiling a wasted life spent in solitude.

Those who unearth true happiness realize that happiness shan’t stem from the actions of oneself,

but rather the actions of another.

True happiness is rare,

and those who reside in solitude will forever walk an empty path remembering what could’ve been.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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