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To be happy 

To be free 

Living life 

The way we want to be 

This is not an easy answer 
Days, years, and eons may pass 

Problems we can see amass

But still.

We go ever higher 

Not letting anything stifle our desire 
It is there 

In the midst of dusk 

That we see 

The shriveled old husk 

Is not an easy answer 

But dead weight 

Festers like cancer 
As we live and breathe 

We reach ever greater heights 

If only we stop living 

In the shade of night 
Dreams are made to be followed 

Not taken 

Live life always 

So that calling may awaken