They made us hate ourselves and love their wealth happiness.
That is how it goes. I smile at it, seeing that love and hate go hand in hand. I got used to it.
It is true that it is like fire. Looking at it from a distance is fulfilling enough.
The eyes are gazing, looking... searching and researching, with a smile in the face, and a bit of curiosity and impatience. What would happen after the waiting? Keep looking, in and out, unsettled... until the liberation comes... eventually.
We convince ourselves that it is fake. All is fake, because we know it deep down. The standard of happiness changed, and we convince ourselves that we are still looking for the authentic meaning, but we are not. We are all sucked up into the vortex of all these new values. It leaves a bitter taste, we only wish there was a bit of sweet as well.
Is it a song of hope? Not really. Make it an unheard prayer... a prayer from a non-believer, to make it a bit less miserable and a bit more ironic.
They did make us hate ourselves and love their happiness.
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