Having fun is just a ruse
We use to justify our choices;
We run far off from all bad news
Ignoring all dissenting voices,
And there sit and say we mean
Only to enjoy and cherish
Pleasant things, until we've seen
Whatever is unpleasant perish.
We push away all thoughts of ill
In name of fun, and pure denial;
And though I know it, I still will
Pass on understanding's vial
Drugged with deep unpleasant truths
Of ending loves and dying youths.
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