Hey now, the child says,
Why come here with a puffy face;
Is life this bad these days,
That you destroy your mood and grace.
Come, look at the sun, he says,
Pointing out to the bright circle;
This is one of those days,
When it’s all golden rather than purple.
Look at those stars, he says,
Sparkling as bright as a firecracker;
Although there is only one star in the days,
At night, they cover the sky like a pro hacker.
Why do you wait then, he says,
For the time to bring you joy;
Even then the people nowadays,
Play with each other like a toy.
Live in the present, he says,
Because that is what life is;
Past or the future days,
Won’t bring you happiness diz!