There's nothing more in this world I want than you,
There's nothing more in this world I can't have than you.
Every child wishes for the days of happiness,
They yearn for the summer of each year,
For the endless days of leisure,
And the freedom from responsibility.
Every year the children wish for summer to come,
But one step closer to the beginning is one closer to the end,
Every year summer passes,
The happiness is over in a moment.
Every child wishes for that moment in June,
And every year, the fun ends too soon.
You're 18 now, you go to college,
Why? Because you're told to.
You work hard and get a degree,
Just like everyone else.
You're 27 now, you get a job,
Why? Because you're told to.
You work late hours and put your happiness aside,
Why? Because you're told to.
Money is more important,
Money will bring you happiness, wont it?
You're 40 now; your kids are growing up,
But you never see them; you're always hard at work.
You want to buy them everything,
You want them to have the best,
Why? Because you're told to.
What you don't see is what the really want,
Not your money, but your time.
You're 70 now, you've retired and your kids have moved out,
They live across the country; you barely see them at all.
You always told yourself, "I'll spend time with them",
When? You're too old to travel.
You're dead now; old age finally got you,
Your kids are at your funeral, but you cannot see them.
Where is the time you promised them?
Where is your happiness?
How can something so fragile be held so high,
One slight nudge and it can fall to the ground,
One slight drop and it can shatter to pieces.
Emotions,
Why do they exist, what is their purpose?
Some say not everything needs a purpose,
But emotions, they control us.
Some see them as the protectors of our fragile life,
Some as a sign of what we must do,
But that is not entirely true.
They blind us from logic, they make us act recklessly,
They give us strength, they give us hope,
They give us pain, they give us weakness.
Logic,
Is this not what makes us human, what separates us from animals?
Why, then do we so seldom listen to ourselves?
All our questions can be answered, all our fears conquered,
This is our last defense, and our only protection of sanity.
We must be quiet, we must listen.