It's a heavy burden,
To carry you through life,
And all of a sudden,
I lost you to a hive,

All worshipers of positivity,
It would stink and they'd call it nice,
There'd be no sense of integrity,
They'd make mistakes thrice,

And cry for many months,
About their misfortune,
And go back to happy thoughts,
And ignore all they knew.

Why learn from your mistakes?
If you can repeat them at will,
Why bother with the stakes?
When you already know the drill.

Laugh, cry, enjoy and retrace...
Here we come, boys, here we come.

We are happy lost souls,
With so much to offer,
It doesn't matter we have holes,
And that we have a moniker -

For making so many mishaps,
It becomes alarming,
We just unluckily fall into traps,
And everything's restarting...

If life had been a race,
We would have been long done,

Far, far away;

gone...